Time, the chimera.

I’m too old for paper planes
And views through the window.
long sits on toilet bowl,
Reading books off the wash.
I haven’t had enough
Of painting walls and breaking bowls,
ballads and hot tea in blurs.
I’m too old for blue marbles
And roast beef rice balls,
for innocent joy and
Love unconditional.

Too old for depth and musings
About sour butt ants and blackout bugs.
I haven’t had enough
of longing and letting go.
Not enough of fresh coffee
When its still too dark for walks
Scrambled whites
When too bored to eat…
When still too sad to breath.

But like said…
There is a time to mourn
And a time to dance
A time to embrace
And a time to refrain.
A time to love…
But no time to hate.
A time to rend
And a time to sew.
A time to get….
But lord knows now its my time to loose.


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