O, the melting days

Why is this the clock's ticking
In front of me, the hours melting in clearest reverie
Why is it that with each passing day, friends and I
Rejoice together, to come clean with or if troubled mind?
To join in song, life and deadly endeavours still?

We trade what
Belongings, as in money or
Who's belonging, can objects be bound?
Only if rejoiced and still?
Cares if a brush winds in another’s pocket
Thinking it was mine, or his?

Then
It all comes down to a blur
When in a month or two
You realise
It was never yours

But the songs you learned
In a time, once upon a herd
You smiled, and the thoughts
Of sharing is
Caring

Then
It all came down to a blur
When in a month or two
We realised
It was never yours