PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I want to write a thousand thoughts,

To the rhythm of time, in perfect harmony,

But in the yearning that consumes me,

I lose track of its movements.

Ideas emerge like torrents,

Disordered, without direction,

And in the accelerated beat of desire,

The words get scrambled, without coordination.

Time, which should be my guide,

Becomes an enigma I cannot decipher,

And in the haste to capture each thought,

I end up getting lost, with nothing realised.

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