All the time in the world would never be enough.
There were some years ahead
little behind
a shortish span. a ticking hand.
perhaps too long
perhaps not at all.
timepiece within reach
a tiny prayer
I hurry here, I hurry there.
blood used to run slow.
but here comes the rush.
never enough
never enough
I have never stopped
I never will
give me time?
I hurry still.
I do see things
to my left and to my right
I watch them,
I watch them blur
a dizzying sight.
The clock ticks so fast,
My heart skips to beat it.
Molasses is the clock
if I'm quick to defeat it.
The hand's paralysis.
A deafening tick.
Beating time,
beat the time.
longer days
cannot quit.
Give me time
and I will sit.
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