Like idle citrus
I am shackled to slow decline
A lumbering, sluggish fate
Rightfully sown
Fit for a damned fool

Time’s merciless stranglehold
Weakens once soaring aspirations
Deluded by a freedom
Substandard,cold and plastic

Age seeks for me
At each grueling trial by dawn
Totting his gift of bitter mortality
And whistling his timeless,fatal tune

The toll weighs greater
Each hour squandered in silence
Hushed with feigned reverence
Subdued by the world’s
Careless roll