In this Moment

Like sand
Words trickle
Through my fingers

How odd
With limitless options
I still can’t find the words.

Nailed to a desk
My hands
Cannot reach you.

Pre and Post
What is time really?
An echo.

Why does life seem like a film?
Running out of control?
Dark plastic in red light.

The warning signs are there
Just too blind
To care.

 

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