Time Shift

Falling behind in my calendar maintenance.
Cannot see the light at the end of the year.
Tripping over dizzying months.
Pages of waisted weeks.
Days of memorizing rules.
Tomorrow takes control.
Unsure of my place in this boggling sequence.
Posessed by what might be cruelty.
Time is intangible, but it can seen on my face.
Itching the numbers from my skin.
Maybe in my next life the clocks will stop.
Then my heart..
Can begin.

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