there is too much time, and too little
nothing in my life is sorted appropriately
i have scribbled ancient secrets in crayon
chiseled to-do lists onto granite tablets
forgetting i exist in my moment of triumph
my dreams have left me stranded here
on the shores of a distant, isolated hope
to fear the end i can’t reach fast enough
because i will never be in this place again
i write my name down in the dreaming
and command the wind to forget me
