…time

…thought I was sitting still and comfortable,
ha ha…what a dummy.
I’m dropping through space, and that feels nice
But I’m dropping through time as well, my time, my life,
that’s a clock…and I don’t like that so much.
I’m wearing a mask, so I can pretend to be…
whatever you want me to be.
I’m naked of course…everyone’s judging, commenting,
pointing, comparing.
“If you want my advice,’ they say as if I want to know.
What am I supposed to be tomorrow I wonder,
as I fall through another day…one less of my future.

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