Time Machine

Lost the care to will

running out of time…

no, time is running

out of me…I’m not 

running any more…

barely moving….

I don’t find life as

moving as before…

flat as a blowout

if you ask me.

Entropy got me more

than the Matrix….

you can keep the time,

but where it started is

arbitrary…when it stops,

it’s as if nothing ever

happened, like the juke

box ran out of quarters.

It seems like forever 

because you got up 

every day so far, and

can’t remember the

time before you did.
It all goes off like
clockwork.