I don't want to frighten you, but...
A poem
I don't want to frighten you, but Time is in short supply You may grow old And have many pauses, But for me, it's warp speed — What's that?!? It's my small attention span. It should be a reminder To be in the moment — What's that?!? It's a reminder of my undying love for you. You keep asking if I'm a good boy. Have you asked yourself? Thoughts to gnaw bone to.