on ageing

by Patrick Watson   Jul 3, 2021




time is running free
not shackled by me
looking for a place to hide
in this world wind, scaping me to the bone

there is a crack in every thing
let the light in, the dark cannot shine
the precipice draws near, running low on maths
lost in this numbness, of no long term

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