These seconds

I am not enjoying the trickling of seconds

between my youth and down to the adulthood

I’ve done nothing amongst something good

sometimes applying questionable methods.

and being outside of my comfort zone

more than I actually have stayed inside

gave me a reason to stand proud and to hide,

teaching me how to laugh when I wish to moan.

Barefoot I walked, switching fantasies to faces

and back to the dreamland to castles of sand

where reality gets filtered to not to look so bland

and pictures get hooked onto familiar places.

Through this masquerade that I set up for myself

the constant sensation of longing lingers

but the recognition slips through my fingers

I am persistently chasing the shadow of “self”

Between my youth and unnamed adulthood

I truly despise the trickling of these seconds.

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