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Time is Not on Your Time
As I walk down the long sky colored board,
I inch closer and closer to that gorgeous water
This is the best day of my life
I form my fragile hands and skinny arms
into an oblong shape above my head
My mouth forms a smile
I feel the heat of the bright sun
beaming on my pale skin
I dive in, expecting a warm welcome
What I get are the thoughts inside my skull
My fears
Time
I go deeper
and deeper
and deeper
I hear the voices outside of this jail cell
They’re laughing and talking and giggling
about what everyone talks about
whilst I am trapped
I start to forget how to breathe
I start to drown at the awesome idea of time
I drown at the idea that I have limited time
I drown at the idea of time on it’s on race track
in a high speed car accelerating past me
Time smiles and waves at me
before it’s distracted driving causes its own demise
The simple swimming pool has turned into abstract outer space
I don’t know where I am anymore
I have teleported to my brain
I’m going crazy
My thoughts are all over the place
I need a break
I need a vacation
Time is going by so fast
Oh my god where is it going
I have to get out of here
My head starts to feel the pressure
I can’t hold my breath any longer
My ears are ringing
I push my feet off the concerte bottom of the pool
I quickly swim to the top
I take a breath
Everything is the same
Time is crazy like that
Time is not on your time
It never will be

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I often start to get really stressed about about planned events, how much time I have for myself/to relax, and just how we're all going to die someday and we have a limited time. Even on my best days I think about these topics. This poem was a way for me to get these thoughts down and express how I feel.