Tempus Fugit

That’s the news we’ve paid our dues,
And deserve a little break.
It’s only fair to take our share,
My patient Running Bear.
To all we owe we rightly know,
Without us fate would starve.
For them I’ll wear your underwear,
And on picnic benches carve:

Our time is short, your temper sweet.
I hope the end is where we meet.
No time to waste in hurried haste.
All down your back I will trace,
Our time is short, your temper sweet.
I hope the end is where we meet.

Apparently I’m not too clear ‘cause all I wanted you to hear was,
Take your time and mine will follow; speak your mind and I will follow.
Worry not a day my dear; your case is made when you appear.
That here can call you friend is a fortune felt beyond an end.

Remember no one’s alone, lose our phone then me and you,
Remember no one’s alone, no by yourself, no dream untrue.
Remember no one’s alone, remember always thanks to you
Remember no one’s alone, lose our phone then me and you.