The Flight of Time

It seems at times, that time is agonizingly slow,
And other times it's quick.
I have not mastered the chrononaut's ebb and flow,
For the shifting makes me sick.

But were I able to interact
With the very fabric of time and space,
I'd make each second with you an eternity,
Going along at a snail's pace.

And ever moment without you
Would just zip on by,
And we could always remark that
When we're apart does the time fly.

For every agonizing moment you find
That you have to wait for joy,
You could just watch the clock spin off its arms
And be reunited with your boy.