When once would time seem forever,

Mine would be spent in crisis

Always longing, being less forgiving.

I’d listen as reminders filled the room,

And I couldn’t breathe any longer,

Had to find a way to breathe,

I really cannot breathe any longer.

And that edge of living my life,

Would last. It seems like a distant

Symbol of how I would let time pass.

When then suddenly I would think about now,

What is it I want, and how do I find it?

And the hours would go by, and years,

Those many trips traveling along rings.