Contradictions
Tick-tock
Time’s wasting away.
Is it truly?
Have we made time a commodity?
She owes nothing and is not swayed by any of us.
Can time even be wasted?
It is infinite yet brief.
I’ve existed forever and I’m still an embryo.
I pay my own mortgage but still feel my mother’s kiss on my brow as I drift off.
I am alive.
I am immortal.
I am dead.
I always have been.
Copyright © Sara J | Year Posted 2023
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