A thief’s confession

 Thief’s confession 

The only thing I have ever stolen 

Is time;

Lovely time with my friends

And lonely times

With myself.

I have enjoyed them both

And rested a hurried soul

While twisting the seconds 

Into what seemed 

A fraction of eternity 

To me and my friend.

A piece of the puzzle 

I have stored in en empty corner

Reserved by memory 

I just about forget,

I have also stolen a knife

When somebody was called

To cut the lies 

Served at lunch,

And clean the plates

So we can all eat

(Something other than shit).