Killing Time

Trying to make things happen

But nothing seems to take.

I want to get

to that quiet place

where everything stands still

and you know just what to do.

You’re thrilled!
But no not me, myself, or I.

Like Midas’ reciprocal

I turn my things to shit.

I try to strive

Yet time and time

My efforts aren’t rewarded.

For now I think I’m done

I’ll sit here; killing time

while really time is killing me.

 

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