Time is perched upon my mind,
He leaves his footprints on my eyes,
He makes the moon both wax and wane,
And coaxes out the tides.
Black feathers line my window pane,
As I watch these days go by,
One for each day,the price we pay
To live until we die.
Why he follows me, I've no idea,
One would think there would be more,
Than me a lowly vigilante,
aft to Pluto'nian shores.
Maybe he waits only for me,
For that's the only time I see.