the_surreal_arts@Deviant Arts
Very rarely do I exceed the momentum
Of my meticulous morning routine
Noon finds me gluttonous and unwieldy
Night haggard and indistinct
So uncompromising the clock
For she spares not a single second.
Who shall serve my successor
When my kingdom of dust
Has found it reasonable to pass?
Will there even exist a niche to fill?
Or have I been too stingy to imprint?
mindlovemisery 