Ageless

There is a broken clock on my wall,

And I keep it there for the

Metaphorical implications

Because I’m the kind of person who likes

To pretend time isn’t real.

I don’t want to know the day,

Or the year,

Or how old I am.

I could happily spend

The rest of my life

In between the frozen hands

Of that clock,

At 5:57,

But I won’t.

How silly of you to think

I can be contained

In something as trivial as time.

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