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T I M E

july 10, 2018

T  I  M  E

i'm finding myself listening to
last summer's hits,
of a time that feels so far behind,
yet as if it was only yesterday,
yet as if it never happened,
and i'm finding it harder
to catch up to today
as when i am finally ready to start the day,
the sun has already slipped away.
my concept of time
has fallen apart,
deteriorated to mere paint stains and dirt and grime
in my own two hands
as my eyes did nothing but watch.
my mind
has gone away,
ran from the large collection of thoughts;
all that's left is the dust
nested in the tangles of my hair.

for awhile,
i had blamed it on the continuous hours
spent in the studios,
wishing each day could be twice as long,
wishing i didn't have to feel the stress
of wasting the time that is so limited,
but i think
i think
it just may be
life passing by
before i can even get up and do anything.