time

 

…thought I was sitting in comfort,
I’m a dummy.
Dropping through space, that feels nice,
But I’m passing through time, my time, my life,
That clock…I don’t like much.
My mask attached, to perform,
Whatever you require.
I’m naked…everyone’s commenting, judging,
Pointing, comparing.
“If you want my advice,’ people say,
What of tomorrow I ask,
As I fall through today.