He is the eternal mocker,
Perpetually running the other way,
Finds content in my exasperation
Never listens to what I say.
Takes wings when I wish it’d halt
Lingers on when I wish it’d never stop
Runs swiftly when most treasured
Crawls along when I couldn’t care less
He laughs at me on my face
Mocks my effort to impede his flow
With a smile on his face he says to me
My sister is the tide you know
A bosom friend, the arch enemy
Who in the hell is he?
I think it all depends on how we see.
