I am shifting through time again.
Misplacing moments.
Remaking them in my mind.
I've been telling myself
Beautiful lies about yesterday.
Forming stories for tomorrow.
Creating new memories
And manufacturing a better right now.
I was close to convincing myself
That I could hold back
The granules of my hour glass.
But my feet have shifted
And the weight is dragging me down.
So let me mislay the sand,
In a closet
Or an empty drawer.
And I'll step into nevermore
For a little while.
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