Late is a child of our ancestor Time,
A threat that will always loom;
Covering my dimensional existence,
It imprisons me in a time cocoon.
Could I but penetrate those supple walls
How far my soul could soar
Free from earthly time constraints
To be late no more!
Ah, but enough of this ethereal musing
On these thoughts that are confusing.
I must stop, I’ve got to go…..
I’m late for work again—oh no!
"It gets late early out there." ~ Yogi Berra
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