Sep 2020
Every day, every second seems to come so slowly
Why though are my flashbacks so swift
Why are there parts so unusually smoky
Why is my life on a quick drift
Time is slowly and sharply skewing in my head
Why can't I contain each moment?
Why am I not dreadfully dead?
Why did I end up becoming a poet?
This reality is bound by the laws of ticking time
Why do I have to follow its rules?
Why must I advance to and through the prime?
Why shouldn't I steal back my time's jewels?
Why though are my flashbacks so swift
Why are there parts so unusually smoky
Why is my life on a quick drift
Time is slowly and sharply skewing in my head
Why can't I contain each moment?
Why am I not dreadfully dead?
Why did I end up becoming a poet?
This reality is bound by the laws of ticking time
Why do I have to follow its rules?
Why must I advance to and through the prime?
Why shouldn't I steal back my time's jewels?
One superpower I always wish I had. Time manipulation. To be honest, though I'd probably disobey all the rules set in Back to the Future. I'd probably make a flash mistake and create a flash point (#Flashrefrence)
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