Tara Nugent (24/01/70 / Belfast)
Time is of the essence.
Once were warriors…
Just like the movie says we once were,
Apart for such long periods,
But then bouncing back,
Each separation making us stronger.
Maybe we got complacent,
Forgot to fight,
Slowly the gaps started showing,
What is it worth without the contact.
I sit by the phone with breath held,
No gain…it continues to stay silent,
Again I take the initiative and get the same,
What does it matter they are all the same.
Believe it...believe it not…
The phone was blocked,
No public phone boxes about,
Blah de blah de blah,
How long do I have to play the idiot?
The ball’s in your court now,
Give me something real,
Not a made up excuse, I’m past that,
Love not blocked off eternally but it’s so close,
It’s tangible…time is of the essence.
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