Able is soul, but sometimes I can’t carry the load.
Then my soul turns unable like time it’s sometimes.
Sing a carol.
Time is unable, my soul take a plunge I can’t run.
I tried to turn.
Unable, I say unable life a carol sail but sometimes.
I think we are living in hell.
Junius Barnes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-is-unable/
