Sweet Time

Take your sweet time during mine.
Days out of line, that's just fine.


A minute infinite,
two hours all ours,
three days off in a daze,
four years, oh
what the heck are years for?


-Like electric rails, overflowing pails,
the ever never more.


What the heck are tears for?


-They're to fill the pails,
bring you to the rails;
they're what's behind that door.


What am I here for?


-Here to keep me home,
though it's really yours.
When it pains it roars.

Oh stop, you'll make my ears sore.


-Could be what you need.
Watch the sky recede
and clear out for the storm.


Come out from in the open


-turn off the TV


stand back from all the windows


-get beneath a tree.


Safe and dry and warm, hey, that's me.