I️ live in fear,

Don’t we all?

When the clock hands

Move fast against the wall.

I️ was so afraid of dying,

That I️ became scared of living

And now I️ work fast pace

To the sound of my sighing.

The trees are bare once more

And I️ still haven’t woken,

The world’s still spinning

Just as it was before.

Well what’s the point,

If we only ever speak in rhyme?

The same letters rearranged

In a futile attempt to form something

New and strange.