February 2, 2021
The time accordion is at it again.
How long has it been?
What day is it? What time? I don’t know when…
My mind races, but the thoughts make no sense.
Up, down, in, out, sit, stand, eat, sleep, repeat.
When did I shower last?
I can’t seem to remember or muster the energy.
Through the motions I go…
The accordion plays, I struggle to keep the beat.
How I worry, how I wonder, how I wish…
On the accordion plays, forward time moves.
I don’t want to get left behind.
I don’t want to forget.
I don’t want to miss it.
I want to know what comes next.
I want to know what you have in store.
Play on accordion, play on.