Only Time Poem by James McLain

Only Time,
only time, only time
can tell it why i left
why i left
me standing still
underneath them all
and your my
host those are our
streaking lights
inside my head
outside held up above
in between where it is known
by he then early was it seen
by me too late
brown green and white
i know I'm going too
which one
and were only one
it comes around again
i know
I'm known
if i am brown
then maybe
white or green
we'll see.