A Dollar-Fifty for Piece of Mind

I would trade a dollar fifty just to have a moments peace

And it may not seem much, but in truth, it's all I have

The winding of the clock on my wrist seems to never ever cease

And all my friends try to reassure me it's not that bad

But each ticking, talking second speaks to me in a impish voice

Waving goodbye as they jump out my window pane

Too much work, so much trouble, popping bubbles called my dreams

As the ticking, talking rings around my brain

So let's trade

There is nothing that comes free in this world of hollow shells

And the only thing more hollow are the victories

For as time rolls by the lines in my face become more evident

And my eyes squint as I try to look for grasses green

Every noise that enters my ear, every person who beckons me

Is a clamp upon my chest leading to a heart attack

So many things that I've done in the past and presently

That I find the hardest thing's not looking back

So here's my dollar fifty

I know you read, hear this, know this entire rhyme to be as true

As the blue we try to paint on greyer skies

I would beg you take my money now, because the clock is ticking down

With this poem alone at least half an hour's gone by

So I get on my knees and pray for one minute and thirteen seconds

To the one who outlasts space and all time

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel my age counting down the hours

So all I can do is pray for peace of mind

And offer my dollar fifty

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