Time to be alone
Time to be with You
What I need
When breathing becomes a chore
When thoughts make no sense
Thoughts of
Skunk Off
Those girls
My deodorant
Supper
GOD
Nowhere to lay it down
Nowhere to work it out
The juggler drops the balls
Not one by one
At once everything falls
But You can pick it up
Fixing
Discarding
In time
But first
Time
Time to be alone with You
