Midnight After Dark

There are those that say time is so things don’t happen all at once,
But for everyone sometimes the weeks just turn to months.
The days can be short an they can be long,
Years on the other hand are too quickly gone.

This is the year that I turn thirty-eight,
Each year that passes I ponder my fate.
Will I end up with someone or end up alone,
The answer to which is currently unknown.

Stress over time can be trouble they say,
Working in IT you find that it’s just the way.
But time heals all or so I’ve been told,
So I’m taking time to myself to get my thoughts all controlled.