Purple, red, silver <br />Golden threads of time, <br />Why do you pass so slow? <br />Why do you create things <br />That I know will pass away? <br />Why do you hide my death, <br />Out there past the horizon? <br />Why are you so indifferent, so cold <br />Always ticking, moving away, <br />Always drying my tears, and <br />Draining my joy? My possibilities <br />And choices, flying so fast they <br />Are freeze frame still. Why? <br />Why do you make me cry?<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-time/
