Ubiquitous
He cannot wait,
Nor hesitate.
For he is on the move,
In an endless groove.
Into thoughts and dreams,
Involved in schemes.
Through rivers of laughter,
Over mountains of tears.
Under rocks of sadness,
And by the lakes of regret.
Never stilled by wars,
Never silenced by doors.
Always at hand,
To focus on man.
Well known, his fame,
Time is his name.
by barry pennucci on Monday, December 15, 2008
