There’s never enough time
when time is all you need
thinking back,
time and time again
I’ve noticed,
that time is all I ever wanted
yet I haven’t had it for such a long time
even though I’ve been sentenced to time
imprisoned within its construct
counting down arbitrary calendars until I can be free from it
heh, free from time
is that a paradox?
or simply, life?
Usually that line of phrasing runs rampant with foreshadows of mortality.
Well,
whatever you wanna call it
it seems I’ve spent my whole life,
trying to escape one prison,
or another
either the prison of past
the prison of present
and the ominous prisons of presumption,
pretense,
and prejudice
all which mesh sporadically,
careening my tomorrows-
a path personally paved by perspective passion and pain-
where therein lies,
the slowly progressing process of-
any promise or promises promised
or provisioned-
caged within this imprisoning paradigm of time.
Time is free
but it’ll cost you everything
because nothing can buy it
and NOTHING,
but a heartbeat,
can escape it.
Although powerless to it’s illusionary onslaught-
even the mind knows-
that time,
is entrapment
and I seek freedom inside my mind
but there’s no freedom inside of time
until you’re out of time
and these moments inside-
of prison,
or time-
I find myself traumatized
but this day I will celebrate that trap that I survive in spite
and thrive inside
so happy birthday to me-
dying slowly
but I’m forever alive inside
YoungR.U.S.S.
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