Timeshift

Timeshift *** You lost your watch at 12 midnight. You didn't wake up. It's not your time. You're looking for your watch in the deserted alleys and the pupils of homeless yellow eyes. Oh Out of time a person will become a stray bird or the rhythm of a dark echo In the dark night. You're getting off the fast-moving metro. You look back confused. As if you forgot something -. you don't know what. According to your time the metro still hasn't arrived - Although at every station it bids farewell to a group thinking they've arrived. There are places that are outside time. There is no movement in them - empty like this poem, of people that all beings are fleeing from. You are haunted by a feeling of cracks in the walls and emptiness inside the heroes of stories - as we search eagerly for things we've lost - and we don't know where they are.