it’s fine.
hold still and listen.
you have time.
that dead weight pressing down from overhead,
the ticking clock,
the way it interrupts silence,
Louder,
Louder,
Louder.
an illusion.
you have time.
time to make, time to fill
there is always
one more minute.
talk to your friends
waste your moments
make french toast
watch TV
read books
create
vegetate
that buried alive feeling
the you-havent-done-enough
the you-havent-done-it-right
the you-arent-who-you-should-be
you made that up.
leave it behind and see how nothing changes
except a renewed sense of freedom
freedom
a cool breeze, a new car, a flushed cheek