Scribbles of doubt

Things to say,

And things to do,

But time can wait;

And so, can you,

Doubts and fears,

But words, my words,

Again I cry,

'An infinite times,

The volume of the sky'

But clouds, they come,

And clouds they go,

And the sky shrivels too,

An infinite times,

And then we loathe,

And then we dread,

The time that did wait,

And the thoughts that bred,

Then curse that time,

For now is then,

And then will be then,

Till it is then again!

Then what to say?

And what to do?

For now;

Here I am,

But where are you?