by Drora Matlofsky
Let's dance the dizzy dance of time,
Alarm clock bells, hear how they chime!
Pop goes the weasel,
Ding-dong goes my head,
It was never intended to be easy,
Or so they've said...
I hardly have time to realise
That this is real, that I'm alive,
This is no dream, I know:
I pinch myself often enough.
As soon as I open my eyes,
Blurred coloured visions start to whizz by.
Lets' dance the dizzy dance of time,
Spin around, around the clock.
Chasing after a minute
That has turned into an hour,
An hour that will never be ours.
My head is going round and round
Like the crzy merry-go-round
Where I sat on a white horse
A few years ago...
Can't I go back?
Wait a minute,
What do I mean?
Time flies, they say, when you're having fun.
Last updated October 12, 2015