Cayley McCloskey

What is Time?

Clocks spiraling out of control
The voices are clouding reality
Pushing forth until the aching wins
Papers ever encroaching
Consuming my soul with each blot of ink.
 
A voidless hole
Escaped by non
Where timelines are all-consuming,
continue to light a fare to days,
and unravel to sleepless nights.
 
To escape the cycle of time,
I must tame my mind.
To escape the cycle of time,
I must un-bound myself
To escape the cycle of time,
I must remember:
 
Marathoners can sprint,
but a sprinter cannot run a marathon

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