Clock goes on
Tick tock tick tock
I feel like only I am left behind


Through a glass cage
My promised future seems far away
Unachieved potential of my being
Is a cruel reminder of what I should’ve


My body is a cage for my mind
Who likes to run fast
And my aching joints
Holds him back
Cane in my hand
Is a distasteful alarm
Combined with the fried ends of my brain
Of what could I’ve been
And succeed
Meanwhile only success I’ve held is breathing


And what is even my 25 years of breathing
Mean to me
What amount does it have
When the distance between me and my companions
Grow deeper and longer


Oh so you do talk to me
Or rather shout at me from the finish line
Never too late you yell
But I feel like only I am the exception
Of this half assed joke
Called life
I dare ask
Is this the amount I’ve held
All I hear is the echoes of the footsteps ahead
Meanwhile clock goes
Tick tock
Tick tock