Time
The painful breath of life
Seems all have gone insane
Scurrying parasitic bodies, fighting our constructs
Wisdom make way, indescribable loss of faith
loss of innocence
loss of wonder
loss of willingness
loss of delusions of hope
Embraced the fallacy of man, we have
Have we an hour, a day, a week, a month
Years gone in chemical haze, more, more numb the brain
Those who sow in flames, in ashes shall they reap 1….2…..3…….. exhale the toxicity of life
Tic toc, tic toc, metronome in place of the clock
Keep the tempo unto deaths final embrace.
Copyright © Dillon Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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