Think about it.
Twenty eight years old and no ambition.
Too scared to dream
Eyes covered by caving fingers,
delicate frailty.
How could you be so passive?
Just close your eyes but once,
see the horror of memory.
Frankly, it's pathetic.
How long has this been going on?
Friends abandon,
love is a carry-on left at the terminal.
Lost but not found
so how do you lose what you never had?
Listen to the lights, passing cars.
Watch them both collide with ease.
Born with wounds
time cuts through every-time.
Simple migraines echo though out.
Can't you see time is losing you?
But you're losing yourself.
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