
After years,
months,
days,
hours,
minutes,
seconds,
Of fighting you,
I realized that it was not hate I’d felt,
not an urge to control,
tap my fingers, freeze and pass, no;
It was fear.
I feared Time.
After years,
months,
days,
hours,
minutes,
seconds,
Of fighting you,
I realized that it was not hate I’d felt,
not an urge to control,
tap my fingers, freeze and pass, no;
It was fear.
I feared Time.