Time. Time, Time, Time, Time… Why is it speeding? Isn’t there a limit on a road where things crash, And, Break into pieces? Will I ever know what peace is, While it accelerates without breaks I have needed? Will I end up crashing without seatbelts to keep me in place, Or, Will I swerve just in time to avoid a tragedy, And, Live a life worth living rather than dying for temporary reasons? But, Nowadays, It doesn’t seem like I have time for either. The clock ticks by faster than every itch I swipe, First thing in a morning I don’t look forward to. How much slower can I move with an ankle still in pain from every moment I’ve sprinted towards blues, Being smothered by the red I see? Not much… Yet, Time is all I have, As it leaves me stranded as fast, As everyone I’ve called a friend has, While I try to move past my own outline of chalk…
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