Precious Time

In twelve more hours,  the hands will look the same
Days, hours, meanings change pace
July's dawn, crooked fate
Last year's priorities fade into ambiguity 
Wash away deserted tracks
We still have what we had 
The strongest I know  bears a heavy load
Long, cruel episodes of fighting clever shadows 
In twelve hours,  time appears unchanged, yet brings with it new light
Another day for love
Precious time.

Reggae with acoustic instruments, blues, soul