(762) is it too late?
is it too late to tell myself a story? echoing a refrain from the past once upon a time - echoing a refrain from the past i etch lines deep into my swollen ego there was a child who fell down
jagged rips deep into my swollen ego carved, so rot oozes like tears, like blood
constantly, until
rot oozes, carved, like tears - like blood - and so i never feel done, the clouds heavy
they got tired of restarts.
and so i never feel done, the clouds heavy the list endless, the weight more boundless
how far do i have to run?
the list endless, the weight more boundless, my luck is running out, my time, too.
(once upon a time -)
my(/the child’s) luck is running out. my time, too - is it too late to tell myself a story?