Time make haste

The time won't pass
and soon isn't soon enough
pass time pass
and relieve my grief
for if i am forced
i shall become a thief

I shall take the time that thou whilst not grant
i shall proceed hence
i will thieve the day.

But even as i vow to do so
time slumbers ever so dormant
ever dropping
ever dripping
the time does not make haste.

For if the time comes
i shall be ready
my thoughts are clear
my hand is steady.

So call me out
oh nearing hour
so that i may flee
to her
the flower.