it gets to be too much
the stress and strain of living
your skin gets tight and the lines set in
deep
ingrained
permanent little things that mark you
twist you into something new
something different
something old and worn
and ragged
how time drags
leisurely marking its passage
each sweet second ticked off
one at a time
hands and face, unable to resist
just tools and canvas for inevitability
each day, you're someone new
but never quite like you were
not just outside, but inside
the tick-tock never stops, tick-tock, never stops
tick-tock, never stops, never stops
never stops...
it will always be too much
no matter how much it is
stressed and strained
and unstoppable
and most of all
unwanted
--A. Walczesky
5/7/14
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