There was a little boy named Now
Who loved a little girl named Time.
All day they rode a purple cow;
At night they played in fields of rhyme.

The moon, a silver lollipop,
Would drip down drops of diamond light
To bathe their love, and never stop,
In never-wrong and ever-right.

The sun would smile an ever-glow
To warm the ever growing flowers.
The never-rain, the never-snow,
The ever carefree, careless hours.

And Now with Time had made a vow:
To ever love and never part.
But Time was very wrong for Now,
With never-mind and severed heart.

So thus it comes, the changing tune,
When Time with time gets up and goes.
The purple cow jumped over the moon;
The fields of rhyme are only prose.

Now's carefree heart bred careless mind,
Brought ever-chain and never free.
For Time had gone, left him behind,
And now poor Now is Used-To-Be.

His where is what, his why is how,
His soul is only random rhyme.
His dreams are Now when then was now;
His heart is Time, his mind is time...

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