Time moves slow when I’m waiting for your response

Then time picks up, and I’m racing the clock

In my own world I have a calendar with important dates

I watch the days go by

Seconds holding tight to the minutes

Minutes hanging on by the hour

Hours tightly grasping onto tomorrow





I am tomorrow

And like Scar and Mufasa, I’m barley using my tendons and muscles to keep you safe

I will lose my grip ever so slightly until you disappear from common conversation.

Never again never again