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Drinking From The Sane Water

Drinking From The Sane Water

Where has all my time gone?
It's like I blinked and lost ten years
I yawned and another five disappeared
I lie awake at night
Trying to reach the arms of sleep
But I can't
I'm thinking of time that's gone
Time I want back
Time I will never get back again
Does it exist at all?
Do we live in a time bubble that traps us inside?
I shouldn't have counted the time
Hoarded the time like it was loose change for a rainy day
I shouldn't have clock watched so much
Time is what owns us
Time isn't real
Time is control
Is it a fiction we make believe true?
Whose timeline is this we're on?
They say
There's no time like the present
I think they mean
There's no time in the present
I'm haunted by the clock on my wall
By the watch I wear on my wrist
Why do we need time to be our babysitter, our boss?
Why do we need time at all?
Time is what owns us
Time is our repression
I never saw the sun rise
Till I forgot how early it was
I never saw the sunset
Till I forgot how late it was
I've been drinking from the stale water
But now I'm drinking from the sane water.

V Topp

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