Time

It seems to me that time passes much more quickly than it did when I was younger.  My kids are grown, having kids of their own, and I'm over here feeling like I don't have enough time. Like I'm in a race to complete some unknown agenda and I don't have time to finish and there is a clock looming just outside of reach 

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

The fact that the years left for me are shorter in number than the years I've lived is always present. Lurking in the shadows of my mind. Waiting for just the right moment to pop up and say "It's me. Hi" 

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And I know Its me. I'm the problem. It's me. 

morbid.  Yes

intrusive. Yes

controllable.  Probably.