A Life Without Time

A mother full of worry. Put on your coat, your socks. Cover up your ears, your legs, your hands. Don’t let them see the way you doubt yourself, the world. You stay out until 3am doing things she wouldn’t approve of. But only you know. A child ignorant without ignorance. You think you know better. You’re safe. No need for limits, it’s all perceptive. Irrelevant to the dreams inside your head. You sleep, exhausted by rebellion. Deprived of the adventure of a life without time. Aimless purpose. Infatuated nobility. And she’s sitting watching without seeing, in the same spot she always sits when she has much on her mind. As you walk by, and leave her love behind.


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