Doing time

I’ve walked the line
I’ve been unkind
Only to find
I’m lost in time

Can’t find the time
To just rewind
To call it mine
A place in time

My thoughts unwind
Like dandelion vines
Choking my mind
With wicked lies

They fill in time
Miss firing my lines
Sorrows are sying
synapses are dying

My colors fade
In to darkest grays
Water filled shades
Burnt to a blaze

But who am I to cry and whine
About a loss I can’t define
I stand tall drying my eyes
Filling shoes an unfamiliar kind

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