spin back this
way
back to when
the days lasted
hours longer
the older we get
shorter the
days seem
until a point
is reached
we actually
control
how long they
are
might not catch
the fever
as often as he
does
as the pen won’t
stop
at times still
have to force the hand
until an empty
mind is reached
and a level
head felt again
trying to
justify inaction
while putting
down all these words
time flies no
matter what is done
sit down and
burn one down together
out west not
soon enough
keys jingle and
lights flash
someone is taking
pictures
eyes meet lens
and he looks away
as if he has
somewhere to go
he doesn’t
in time find
time
to make time
for you
you will thank
yourself later…
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