Alz Timers

The world keeps turning

Alz Timers

Time lies still, in between pursuits

Draw a blank on “What can I do?”

Hard to be my own coach

From a hard place and catching jobs

To being someone who has had her run

The world keeps turning

Time catches my emptiness in the margins.

That empty feeling when work is done

Rushing confusion. Rushing confusion.

Pain. Pain. Pain — blank.

What was I doing again?

And then I think of you.


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