The time moves, moves ever so needing laps looking for final rest a place to call not alone . over  I welcome her lingering eye I awaite more. given her direct attention no suspence. tripping on many memories I emitt hate of oneself  the past reclaimes no rest looking for endings.  needing yesterday,forgetting today more envy more somber of those who let go, where many grasp tight eager to stand eager to want that endless fight.