Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Time follows nothing*

 


Time follows nothing*


I sit in this room and ask myself what to do

Each moment that goes by that I go through

The seconds that I count, they feel like hours

Locked here in my own boredom under its power

So the depths of patience that seems to be so shallow

Into a void of nothingness that I must follow


Dom*Colucci 2013

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