I can’t put my finger on it
Can you?
I’ve heard it’s called ‘time’
I know you feel it too
It permeates the air
The smell of it
Is intoxicating
not the good kind
of intoxicating
It pushed so hard at my back
I turned to have a look at it
It was thick and bullying
So I bit it
Eve and the apple came to mind
I realized I was trapped
No where to run
No way to run
But fast
Because that’s what rushes do
Send you
Headlong
Down a road you didn’t know you were on
And couldn’t get off
