9 minutes

I can see it passing, bound and faithful
Inexorable, undefeated, its awakening
A classic premonition kept undeserving
A stationary target, in a blunt daunting

A running objective, a feisty shiver in your warm morning glow.

And before you know it, gone
Before you knew it, all alone
Faded. Void and deviant.
Forever. Slipped, spilt, dead.

Every second a memory, every second a flaw
Everytime, a song goes, fluttering by and then,
It's not.

So fly, in its condensed and incomplete piece.
Every moment a lost investment in a brighter one
Live and die by every sequencial little lie.

There's nothing left but hate.
And, fuck, you're already late.