two steps forward, one step back.
my life is a paradigm of anti-progress.
comparison is the precipice of failure
and I am hanging off the ledge.
time is my rival, an invader of mind-
space and principle. twenty-three years
of minutes have passed me by.
I am stagnant. time leaves me behind.
I don’t own a single watch that works
and maybe that’s why. or maybe this
world has forgotten the sky (feet
move too fast to stop and look up).
Still, I hope my soul never anchors to
time. I hope it wondrously wanders
these lines and someday, someday
time will be mine.