Time (III)

“I don’t know if I’m running out of time
Standing here, heartbeat racing,
Or if I’m running faster than time
Going nowhere but always rushing.

The fog haunts my days as I can’t erase
The fact that I’m not moving
And stillness isn’t amusing
Whilst through my fingers time keeps slipping.

I had made a promise that I would fight this feeling –
No longer letting the sand in the hourglass intimidate me,
Putting an end to the judgmental thoughts I keep on pouring
So not to become the enemy in the mirror staring back at me…”


Previously, on the quest of carving time on a blank page: Time | Time (II)


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