time flows through my fingers
so rapidly
quicksilver in my dreams
nothing can ever slow its passing
even though
it was so long ago,
to my remembrance
it was only yesterday
sometimes I wish it was
sometimes
I wish
it hadn't even
experienced its existence yet
that I
still had the chance
to make it all different
to make it be
something else entirely
something better
something worth pausing for
but
hey
I'm an expert at
futile wistfulness
the sort of person
you find standing in the rain
watching the world
being engulfed by the grey
distance,
everything is at a distance
so far away
it can never be touched
maybe that's safe
but is it sure
will the soul survive?
emptiness fills everything
there's no room for anything else
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