Don't keep track of time

Counting days, counting weeks,
hoping to find my mind
before my age reeks.

Adding months to the years;
can't leave my heart,
can't chase my fears.

If time was all it took;
if I could find myself able;
if I could turn my table;
if faith wasn't a crook;

if hearts could hold content;
if heads could hold one thought;
if life would never rot;
then my patience wouldn’t bend.