Faux Pas

Where has all the time gone?
And when did it leave?
For some, there's no sense
of time, no such thing as time:
They do their own thing
while everything else
drifts right past them.

Some want to grab hold
of a moment only to find
it's not there anymore.
They had their chance to do
something wonderful
& flushed it away. Maybe next time,
their trusty sidekicks tell them.

Funny how time flies
when you've got a can
or a bottle in hand,
to while away the pregame hours.
By the time all is said & done,
the fun is already underway
& some folks are too far gone
to know what's happening
around them.

Nothing new, nothing of note,
nothing mysterious: This is always
what happens once the can
or bottle takes over & we begin
speaking its own distinct language.
We lose all sense of time,
don't take much thought of it either:
we're still stuck at point A,
as life goes on across the avenue,
as the game which we call life
keeps on playing without us
even knowing it.

Where did the time go?
where has the time gone?
Some folks should have known
where it went a whole lot sooner;
they had their chance to
make something happen
but no. It never was
meant to be.