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The day rolls in
Then right back out
Not long enough
To even shout
“Wait, please stop!
Please. slow down!
My life is passing over my head
And I might drown!”
Every day is exactly the same
Different spaces
Different places
But still the same old brain
The same old likes
And the same old wants
The same old typefaces
And the same old fonts.
The same old preference for a rosy hue
The clinking of glasses
And staring at you.
The same old yearn for something more
A place that accepts me
A place I adore.
And when I take a second to sit still
And let it all soak in
I slowly realize again to my chagrin
That the days and nights are passing by oh so fast
I’m already 23 and don’t know how much longer I’ll last.
And depending on my sleep schedule
It feels like it’s always day or its always night
Feeling stuck in place days upon months
Really gives me a fright
Because I realize in those moments I take to soak it all in
That time is a prison filled with illusion and sin
The day rolls in
Then right back out.
Not long enough
To even shout.
“Wait, please stop!
Please, slow down!
My life is passing over my head
And I might drown!”
Time is passing by no matter if I want it to or not.
E. Lexi Abbott 