Late

Late I’m running late. Time keeps rolling on and spills Over into other moments I’m not ready for. I run late again, The world still turning and bustling, the time passing irreversible. Life runs from me at full speed waiting for me to come stumbling behind. I run, To the ends of the Earth as I smear makeup across my face- While driving, even. My life runs until I can’t run anymore At the end. With lives ending and new lives beginning, at the beginning And end of everything is time running by. I’m running late, For graduations, for weddings, for funerals, For life. I’ve got too much running to do, even with endless amounts of time, I’m still running late; Anxiety provoking and shameful and offensive and- Late