Short Time Me
It was New Year’s Eve
I had finally won my reprieve
From this chapter of games
How did I remain sane?
The clock pops up over my head
It speaks of a new dread
And a freeing
Of my true being
All the years
All the tears
Not to be in vain
Now I am well trained
Tick tock
Goes the clock
I look back to see
What is behind me
Who I was
What I have become
Despite myself
Despite them
The image
A constant to manage
Hair chopped
Identity lopped
Off at the knees
Just to please
The ones in green
To remain unseen
The sands of time
Often seemed unkind
Tick tock
Time never stops
It seemed a charade
The game I played
It was long
I had to seem strong
In times I felt weak
Stupid and meek
I’ll miss them all
Maybe a call
A card or letter
Will remind them I see
What they can be
A success
No matter the pace of progress
My time slips away
And I must say
Good bye
I gave it my best try
May it be enough
Because it was tough
To be the one
Who controlled the sun
While I was blind
In a world unkind
When I walk away
And they may say
I hope you visit another day
I’ll know my time wasn’t wasted
And hastened
A betterment for me and you
I shall look for clues
Of success
And progress
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