Lost Track

By: Juan C. Niño

Some nights all you can do is wonder,

What’s next? What’s life, wait did I miss that text?

Check the screen, is it for the likes?

Happy with the comments, content with the life?

Are you for real or are you fake?

Deciphering games, hiding what you really feel

The beat goes on, and dancing with life

is now somewhat slow

You start to look back, time is everything

but you’d lost track…

No time for regrets, forward

all in, now place your bets

Who knows, there’s no way of telling

it’s not the end, but enough with the time killing…

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