D ays pass by; an endless loop of time.
I 'm surly going insane
S econds, minutes, hours, days.
T ime eventually comes to eat us all.
R acing against the clock; I try to live.
A lways doomed to the same system.
C apitalism reaps my soul
T ime becomes money; money becomes time.
I need a way out, a distraction.
O ne day it will stop?
N o ... I fear no one gets out alive.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.


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