Time has never stayed close to me
Lest it be caught in my mania.
Moments flit with impish glee,
And I am none the wiser of their passing.

Five minutes or one? I could not say
My brain moves fast and slow at once
There are lines upon my skin today
Were they created as I slept?

Another opportunity— lost.
That was how long ago?
Years go by, I’ve paid the cost
Regrets and frets of what is to come.

I’m growing older.