hours go
tick tock
tick tock
the minute hand slowly moves
agonizingly
I can see it taunting me
each mechanical wiggle
as the second hand rolls on by
laughingly saying
catch me if you can!
sighing, I reach for another
drink
the need to keep
on schedule
draining on the mind
on the body
on the soul
but time does not return
the world spins in
only one singular direction
I will adjust
like the tides
I will keep rhythm
with rhyme
less let the ages pass
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