Again

That time again,
The time that keeps spinning,
The time to lose it,
The imprisoned time.

The only time is ‘at the Moment’,
But it seems wrong.
Why is it this long?
Why so fastidious?

What’s going on,
Where’s that Moment.
It’s now but it’s gone,
Indeed frightening.

Will it end?
It will.
I’m sure,
So it can start again!

Oh, right, it’s that time
Again.
Again
And again.

Why again, I wonder.
Again I wonder.