Tired of time
Tools and
ticks,
Zipping up the
perished cracks of
heads
distracted;
Maybe gone for good.
The arms of our clock
keep racing
Hurried,
Hurried,
Hushful
Scurrying
Worriers
Come on,
I want to hear
the last word
of a confident poet.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
Tired of time
Tools and
ticks,
Zipping up the
perished cracks of
heads
distracted;
Maybe gone for good.
The arms of our clock
keep racing
Hurried,
Hurried,
Hushful
Scurrying
Worriers
Come on,
I want to hear
the last word
of a confident poet.
#nervous #energy #hurrying #worry
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