It all seemed to happen so suddenly
like an old movie run in fast forward.
Wonder where the days and nights went,
what all the thoughts and deeds amounted to,
just what was this damn plot about after all?
These times I always seem to be late,
I forget to tear off days from the calendar,
as if somehow, some way I can hold back
or cheat inevitable entropy of its deadly due.
I don’t look in the mirror much anymore.
I know what is at the end of this road
and I try to get off at different ramps
so I can take a more circuitous route,
maybe somehow find a way to go back,
but all roads lead in the same direction.
Nothing to do now but just listen
as the indifferent clock ticks away
and watch the relentless hands,
which someday will stop for me
and will forever make me timeless.