Tick Tock

Chip on my shoulder
A harsh reality I candidly wished as a youth to be older
Thought process
Age brings freedom
My childhood I looked upon like a demon, I confess
Removing this curse I used nap times as cunning plans
Saw time move swiftly until a ring and a baby met my hands
Tricked by time, the clock steady moving
This once fetus now taking first steps
Time still proving
That fast or slow it no longer ticks for me
An older man approaches, I greet, our lips move simultaneously
Insanity, this familiar copy cat
He claims he knows me and what am I scoffing at
Chip on my shoulder
A harsh reality I candidly wish for my youth as I’m older

by Timsus

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