'a long way to go'
'a difficult fight to fight'
what really makes our perception of time?
seems like a while?
worth less than a dime
you aren't seeing it
as if it's mine
length and power
distance and path
what is really in our control?
is that purple really what you see?
or maybe it's black...
perhaps even gold.
anger at its brim
but you have control
do you want to boil
or let the city un-see such roar?
time equals pennies
but only if you chime
why play a game of chess
when you can make
the blocks of silver and grey
your path in life?