Time, Pt. 1

the countdown is captured in a locket.
a constant reminder: "you're running out"
whispered from my pocket.
i never watched the sun exchange glances with the moon,
relied on numbers for that so i wouldn't be late for you.
but right now, i observe dark return to blue, 
silver fades to gold
a sliver in the sky forms a circle whole.
it's just a warm reminder
until daylight retreats and a glimpse of the moon makes me ask 
what's behind her

i'll find her answer some day;
and at some moment
my untimely ignorance begins atonement.
unvoluntarily enter a zone of aloneness, stagnant.
a meditation in which i mediate with myself, balance.

yin, yang, never one for valence pieces of puzzles
so i muzzle my thoughts and struggle like previous peoples lost
in time,
when care's tossed like a dime into a pool of wishes... wants... needs

there's no purpose, go on, check the watch, continue workin

song-timerhyme

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