Timing is everything

Count to one

And start to run

Count to two

And have no clue

Count to three

And let it be free

Count to four

And see whats in store

Count to five

And try to survive

Count to six

And dont count on an easy fix

Count to seven

And try to see heaven

Count to eight

And get your mind strait

Count to nine

And rehearse your time

Count to ten

Just to see what has been

And do what you can

to tell yourself when

Practice again and again

Or you wont begin

To stay free of sin

Not letting anyone in

Not even a two faced twin

So you get a trim

And fill the bottle to the brim

Knowing your fate is grim

And life could be slim

Yet you try to weave it together with scrim

Although emotions swim

And time will "rebegin"

For sure you will bedim

(Bedim: to darken or dim)

In a world where Timing is everything

And where it means nothing

©Jason Farrell