Stuck in Time


Stuck within the mind is an awful thing,
Tortured by outworn memories long gone.
Like Trying to pull on the old latchstring
The mind will forevermore be withdrawn.

Carelessly we become slowly consumed,
By the eyes that will never seize to stare.
In perpetuity enslaved and doomed,
We fall into a kingdom of nowhere.

Where the land is nothing more than shared time,
As we lose the moment we never had.
Performing with zeal through internal rhyme,
Telling a story on the writing pad.

Becoming stuck within the fractured mind
Leaving a color-blind mastermind to find

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