Forget clock calendar days gone years trickled past

Roll on in obliviousness

I leave my head on the pillow as the damn cats scream

to be fed

Go away I say its not time

I have time to feel the fan evaporate my sweat

I have time to drift back into unconciousness

Later I'll pay the price for this

Later I'll wish I had willed myself up

Time is of no consequence now

Later it seems won't come

Why worry ?