Christmas lights
Signal the passing of time,
Each twinkling ball
A blend of my wasted prime.
A haze of years
Checkpointed by this day,
A timeline created
Ignoring my dismay.
Grooves in my skin
My body slowly deteriorating,
Life getting snipped at slowly
It is, if anything, motivating.
A timer on my goals
A clock ticking no matter how hard I break it,
Peoples faces fading with years
My body and mind are becoming split.
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