Let me keep my wagon,
let me keep my horse and cart-
your bullet train pulling me along,
is pulling it apart.
quick quick
hurry scurry
this rushing along,
is leaving me behind,
losing me,
he who prefers not to sprint.
he who is of a slow steady gait.

lost time is time lost
and idle thoughts feed on things as these
affections turn to annoyance
patience to pain
speak all you like
it’s almost too late
not much time remains
before apathy shows her face
stealing me away
from our waiting game
take your turn,
with a simple caveat
the rules forget not-
---
once a week
and all is fair play
exceed this-
and the game rules twist-
and change.
come roll the dice
see if it’s fatal
this twist of time

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find what time has been lost
make it if you must-
remember-
patience to pain
and apathy’s sweet foreplay
leads to ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.