Something new that’s just finished. Not sure I like it that much, but hey, they can’t all be winners.

Becoming too content.
As you do with age.
Search for adventure.
But too afraid of change.
Eyes glued to the clock.
Twiddling thumbs, never blinking.
Growing older and older as the hands tick and tock.
Can’t escape the clutches, the hands pulling you down.
Life isn’t a sport you can turn off or on.
Time works against you, you can’t stop the clock.

Stressed beyond belief.
Not a chance for relief.
With myself I sit alone.
Finishing off another Viet Coke.
My brain is racing.
The alcohol kind of helping.
Easing the crazies.
Relaxing the unease.
Life isn’t a sport you can turn off or on.
Time works against you, you can’t stop the clock.

Broke beyond repair.
Deserves to be thrown in the trash.
Not enough resources.
Not enough cash.
No amount of reprogramming.
Could salvage our wasted time.
Sing a song of hope.
To deceive our minds.
Life isn’t a sport you can turn off or on.
Time works against you, you can’t stop the clock.

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