Its Later Than Its Ever Been Poem by Bullion Grey

I look at the time and see I am falling behind.
But I catch myself and remind my innerself there is no time, just this moment. Slowly while traversing thoughts, I listen to myself occassionally and sometimes its worth the effort.

Last night I thought I had something worth thinking, but it wasn't. As the clock ticks its way past noon, I can hear its ticks clearly. A bird flys by my window as if to remind me that its later then its ever been. As I recline into my unclear self, that part that resists understanding, the time I see pushes me onward to the next moment, which has just arrived. Being still later than its ever been!