Note: 100 non-repeated words.
There was a time,
when she was my friend.
Long before she was controlled by man
Before governments could bend and mold her
Time was different then.
Instead of linear, she was deep
Time wasn’t rushed; she had purpose
She had scope
And could move mountains
She lived and breathed
Like all things,
She let me play in the soft folds
Of her wrinkles
As I dreamt and read, imagining until
– why did man split you into unreasonable units
Was it man’s doing, or yours, Time?
Did you have this idea to make me miss you, to want you back?
To punish me with late and early,
Time after time?
I digress –
And I start again.
Then one day,
Try as I might to hold onto her,
to turn her back,
She escaped me and I lost time forever