Working a Title, Just Thought:

Time runs in circles
As it runs shorter
As the circles become smaller, we start to see

We start with the deepest buried
The festering of many years
Makes us see

Smaller circles, smaller control
Our, whatever, starts to bubble up before us
Funny, we always thought it was behind us

Time draws in tighter
As a noose drawing on our soul
Some still remain human, some do not

Oh, we wish we could see
Thought we did, see
Only sight...when we wish we couldn't

Time draws deep lines
Lines on our immortal
As if any is left, to be feasted upon

Drawing in circles
Tighter and tighter...whirlpool, cesspool
Time runs us, it circles


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Reviews

[Rogue]

Hello, John!
Lovely to see you and know you are writing again. :)

Yes, we are definitely slaves to the clock. Not enough time, too much time.. Time is the Master of us all in the end.

Wonderful piece to get the thoughts flowing. :)