Fast

Time flies,

Terrifies,

My mind,

Because the future,

Is almost here.

Ever nearer,

But no clearer,

Rushing towards me,

This is the fear.

Life is on the run,

And I'm keeping up,

Utilising speed,

Adrenaline rush.

Mind Mess

Everything is on

my empty mind

but a tethering point

I cannot find.

There isn't a way

to get these words down

put pen to page

and feet to ground.

Like a word search

a mess of a system

if I find the words

my mouth will twist 'em

so I find a diversion

always the same

got the words, got the rhythm

and nothing to say.