walk a lonely mile
obscured by clouds
and the brain-fuzz of
the work-a-day lifestyle
slowly destroying
my impulses are
slowing
down.
there were times
when the future seemed
so far away I felt
I couldn’t cope
these days
it’s a little different
the future’s merely
an unknown quantity
time slows down
mired in the present
i struggle to feel useful
rather than convenient
i feel time
flowing through me
vanishing quickly
wanted but wasted