Soul, Self and Time

I sit in near silence as My Soul and I converse.
Only two faint sounds can be heard.
The clock ticks off the seconds as if running a race,
Its face smirks as if Time thinks it will win.
My heart beat is steady and sure,
feeling no threat from the race with Time.

Its song says to the clock,
“You don’t control me…
You will not push me.”

My Soul and I sit quietly for an instant,
stealing it from Time.
For a brief moment,
Time stands still,
as it looks for what was taken.

My Soul and I just laugh…


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