Time

I have a bottle full of time.

I guard it with much care.

People see it and they scoff.

They say it’s full of air.

I have a bottle full of time.

I keep it hid away.

But no matter where I keep it,

my bottle will not stay.

I’ll put it in my dresser

and find it under the bed.

I’ll go looking for ketchup

and find my time instead.

My little bottle taunts me

Sitting sparkly in my hand

“Drink me,” it cries, “Use me.”

as my life drifts by like sand.

I have time in a bottle.

And I’ll save it for a day

when all my dreams have come true

and time still will not stay.

I have time in a bottle.

I hold on to it tight.

I know I’ll use it someday.

But that won’t be tonight.