Time time time
backs me down a narrow corner
into doing what I shouldn't
in the time that should be
different.
Not the same, over and over
the same notes, same keys
same thoughts, same dreams...
even my words are constrained
by a rhyme that's never really been
my own.
Headlines state that things can change
that people die
and things are moved...
But when have headlines ever meant
a thing to me?
I guess I always needed my own...
"Wake up... Time is leaving you
behind."
Author notes
A little annoyance, a little insomnia, and just a little bit of boredom...
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