Do We Have Time?

Yesterday was tomorrow only just a second ago
evaporated behind me somewhere, a mystery I don't know.

soon I will forget the thoughts behind these words
imagine a journey so incomplete as one thousand flightless birds

and it pains me to admit that at times I have been bored,
with work, sex, the news, with people I once adored

morning comes and I miss it, walking through mists
mind anywhere but the gardens here, endless streams, perennial lists

I miss the day all around, especially the one beneath my nose,
no smell from the blooming rose

it wilts without my connection,
as I bound on with aimless disaffection

to then be seated smothered by the burdensome cafe clock
waiting for service, here, alone, it seems it must have stopped.