5 June 2012
Time you tease me,
Slowly your hands trace round and round.
I'm sitting at a desk,
Wishing I were homeward bound.
The seconds trickle ever so slow,
Hurry up! I really want to go.
Then I'll get to the end of the year,
And I'll get hit by that sudden fear,
Been wishing all my time away and now,
"I just don't understand what happened to my year!"
A Funny Thing Called Time • Opuss № I