It's 11:45 post meridian
Today's not a day to write my soul out
when tomorrow's still thinking for yet
another fifteen minutes
Excuse me but
I'm still mourning my future
When did I outrun time?
Where was I supposed to be again
Could you please remind me
Unethical time travelling is dangerous
Watching us die again and again
took my life
Two backward glances and then to my shoes
no wonder I can't imagine the distant future
No wonder I got into an accident
I've been here before for all my misgivings
in this bleached,colourless intermediate
world
