Time doesn’t stand still for me. I beg it sometimes. My plea goes unheard. A faint whisper greets my ear, “What are you so afraid of”? I respond, “Now? Everything.”
Time cocks its head back & laughs. It gathers data on me and maintains its surveillance.
I’m free to go nowhere.
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