Putting things together is something I do all the time
Lets me add all the nuances I think I need
Until I start to subtract by adding too much
So am I good at knowing when that happens? No, but when I do learn it, it will be a huge…
Finding your people is an important task
Resulting in stability in an otherwise unstable world
It was time-consuming, nerve-racking, and sometimes difficult
Even when you stumble upon the perfect candidates, the work has just begun
Now you have to make time and not let life and family and work and, and, and,
Distract you from keeping those connections from atrophying
So how are you doing today, my …
Didn’t believe it would ever come to this
As if time was the greatest jerk of all the jerkiest jerks
The muscle pains, the worsening eyesight, the fading memory
Everything might not be that bad, if looked at in the right light, but…
Despite trying to remain hip, all my pop culture references are now flat and …
Putting words in where emotions feared to tread
Out into the world, unprotected, left to fly or flounder on their own
So every time I press that button and make something come alive on the web
That is the moment where I add a bit more to the universe and wait to hear what echoes back
Out of the chaos, a need for organization grew stronger
Reaching for a list and some boxes, the war began
Dedicating time to the battle, slowly the chaos was pushed back
Except they never saw the betrayal that was about to happen
Right at the moment the house was set straight, they had twins and that’s when chaos won
Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money
And of those two, money was the more important
So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting
That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.
He looked at the pile on the floor in front of him.
Everything there at one time meant the world to him.
And now they were flotsam in the backwaters of his life.
Picking them up, he turned from the trashcan and put them in a drawer. Not yet.
Every day he tried to get to work on time, but he was always late
And every day his boss would threaten to fire him before letting him get to work
Risking his employment might not have been the smartest thing in the world, but he had problems
Look, he wasn’t a morning person, but he would work till well past midnight
You know what, maybe he wasn’t late, but since he worked deep into the night, maybe he was really…
Looking at the arrow of time, he felt that it was wrong. It didn’t explain his bouts of DeJa’Vu.
Oh, that’s why he had spent so much of his life putting together this machine from those moments.
Only did he have the balls to press the button and see what would happen?
Pushing it he winked out of time. When he woke up he had a feeling he should make a time machine…
Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful
Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots
Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult
Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind
Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead
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