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Almost Out Of Time

by Philip Bosley

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Week 49.

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Running ragged and roughshod over every single line
An angle unsustainable at any given incline
Lose your footing stumbling on your self-imposed deadline
Lose your chance to be the last across the finish line

In a world both over-entitled and underpowered
Abandoned and neglected like your dying seasonal flowers
Push the vices in your veins, tell yourself it gives you power
Push your personal doomsday clock up another hour

How much of the world are you putting on your back?
An aging Atlas working on another heart attack
How many ways to play martyr whenever you're inclined

You shun the paradigms
Your reasons never rhyme
You're almost out of time

Are you fretting like an inkling that you can't make go away?
Is the grass still getting greener while your world is turning gray?
Did you make another twisted lonely desperate cabaret?
Did your fear of missing out help you waste another day?

Will you help yourself to find the hidden reasons for your truth?
Will you die in the inferno raging at your fading youth?
Is your fever just some forty-something temper tantrum blues?
Will you choke on bitterness you were all too willing to consume?

How many ways to show them how much you don't care
Jousting windmills with Telecasters and curses as your prayers
How much impotent indignation did you have in mind?

Your hubris makes you blind
You keep the hurt inside
You're almost out of time

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released December 5, 2019

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