Funny how it only takes a few seconds
to pour through a memory
but these days seem to flow
like river water
Street lamps blink on
as the light starts to fade
Didn’t my ears
just let the morning birds in?
My heart races
as I misunderstand
the meaning
and misuse the function
of time
Filling the hourly space
with efforts and plans
makes the day run away
and a memory
is all that is left
in its place
