It's Time

No tears left to fall
No real loves at all
Already grown too tall
Time to pass with time

No heart left to guild
No image left to build
My memory so filled
Time to pass with time

No rose left to wilt
No home though we built
Another patch of quilt
Time to pass with time

No trait left to lack
No good to look back
Ready to pull the slack
Time to pass with time

Unfinished

Anticipation, what joy
Possiblilities most probable
Probabilities but possible
Imagination of life

Expectation, what bunk
Playing what will
Willing the play
Accusation to come

Adaptation, what sense
Rolling with change
Changing your role
Relation to world

Infatuation, what now
Making it work
Or Working to make it
Elation maybe