Sometime ... anytime

A little kid with a rope and a stick tied at its end
spinning and spinning round himself

time flies before his eyes but he can barely recognize
the shadow of the passing moment as it robs him from inside

It's been sometime .... since i truly spoke my mind
It's been sometime .... since i truly saw the light

It's been there waiting ... hanging upside down from the ceiling
doing nothing for the whole morning
So have i ... upon a couch ... watching it
and thinking it should make better use of its time

It's been sometime ... since i made any sense at all
It's been sometime ... since i got a happy call

She's been there hoping ... with a glassful of Tea and Milk
dipping her bread sticks and listening to the wind
or maybe the noisy street ... and the young neighbor's new car
the kids coming back from school, and the others who haven't gone at all

It's been sometime ... since i last felt at home
It's been sometime ... since i sang with a merry tone

They sit and wait ... for him to stop his yakking, his nonsense, and endless babbling
wishing for him to see .... or maybe mention them at all
all seems but noise when waiting ... sound lacks protocol
i have witnessed them waste their lives for a single sound ... to come

It's been sometime ... hasn't it ... but time can come
Time can fly ... but leaves the trails behind