The Wayward Scholar

I lost my watch,
in a rush
in a hurry
shuffling and hustling nowhere
loop by loop
fumbling through pockets
pushing crowded busy shoulders
chasing fulfilment, chasing a flight
busy. chasing a dream,

taking flight

and still missing everything.

suspended reanimation
a public imagination preoccupied,
always forgetting

what happens next, first, last?
loop by loop
today is yesterday and present day is the past.
terrified into delusion, just terror.

I lost my watch. lost track of time
in a rush, in a hurry
running for our lives!
running for our lives!
RUNNING FOR OUR LIVES!

RUNNING FOR OUR LIVES!

and in a blink of an eye
it could all be over.
always forgetting

a fatal error for a time traveler

Just a man chasing a dream,
but he got some mad screws loose.