alarms going off
so our laziness
becomes the winged
  sun of day
prescient
more than yesterday

are the counting
  mechanisms,
the sand in glass
  the hour hand
last year's calendar

the trip-wire
  the species warning
call , the annoying fly
   wing buzzing

a simple thing or
   space with gravity
warping the starlight
into revealing

time is not
  for us, for me,
infinite,
   nor stored in

memory.

I've run from you too many times to count
But I have never escaped
Because you are always in my heart
and that is a place I cannot break free from.

I'm too tired and too weak
From carrying all these worries
About things that may go wrong
Or things that never happened at all
I only have the will to take steady steps
Because my conquered failures hold me up

I'm too tired and too weak
I've lost my will to even breathe
Due to all the useless talking I do
And the inhaling of nothing I retain
I only now have the will to exhale
All the sweet moans I've swallowed whole

I'm too tired and too weak
To find the will to live the mundane
And excite flames from ashes as before
Or feed from the dull light in the dark
I only now continue this tired heartbeat
Because someone out there is feeding it life