But nothing’s new.
The hours drag
The minutes lag
And the seconds line up
Aimless
Blinded
Just striking an endless event
Time in
And time out.
What was it to feel
Like a young girl
With wonders to discover
And dreams to weave?
Now the memories
Of those same dreams
Rip lesions in my soul.
It flutters so in its trap.
All I want is to set it free.