Your life passes
before your eyes
behind your back.
Your life passes,
like the guy says,
while on your way
somewhere else.
Your life passes
as you grasp at straws,
arrange chairs
on sinking ships.
Your life passes
regardless of time zones
or metronomes.
And the insidious ticking
of your days
marks wasted time
and useless ways.
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