Like Clockwork

The day felt shorter and shorter. What could be the cause of it? 

Like time seeping away from the drains of reality. Never to be seen again.

Was it commonplace? A phenomenon like this. Maybe, but, oh well.

You should’ve known better, and made the most out of it. Why waste it away?

For whom would you flush it down? It is a luxury if you think about it.

Not everyone is granted the same amount and nobody can extend it either. 

Money or a good diet can only prolong it a bit, but how long though?

A bad turn, an incident, or you being at the wrong place at the wrong time can end it all.

Waste it away.

Listen to no one but yourself. Hear it beat against your chest, pushing to get out of you.

Escape into the unknown.

Weren’t you the same? Escaping a cage that no one locked you in.

Why did you do it? Why not stay? For what purpose is it that you seek glory?

Mayhaps a chance to tell your story, conjured by your mind. A figment of pure imagination.

Memory, memory, memory.

Such a fickle thing it is. It remembers your every move, yet allows you only a glimpse of what you’ve done.

Is past the only safe place where you belong? Isn’t the future a beauty to behold?

Where your story lies untold.

Or a climax that awaits your heroic entrance.

So maybe wait for a little, hold on to the things while you still can.

I know time will. 

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