When too late turns into far too soon
and you're tangled in faces you thought would be forgot
easily,
time becomes a tangible force of decision weight
and your feet tethered to crossword conversations
make it feel like it's beginning to leave you behind
without asking your permission.

Honestly let's be honest turns into a revolting spin cycle,
and you're catching yourself in repeated mistakes-
always ruing your folly, but your constitution too frail to
commit to abandoning the wreck.

As your tethered feet begin to feel numbed by the pouring of cement,
you come face to face with the dreamy countenance of carefree unthought
and it's for you to decide what's worth saving--
your soul, weak yet hungering
or your gluttonous emotion, rank with overindulgence.