Time Clings like moss

its difficult to see oneself physically growing older, approaching 40 while mentally feeling as still in ones 20’s and nothing close to that of an “adult”

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Time clings like moss
My body covered in it

Through the thin skin on my hands
it shows as veins

Moisturize, hydrolyze to paralyze the time
A worn down shell
betrays the image of my mind

The ground has grown much harder
than the green grass of youth
even summer winds blow a little colder too

The cycles all have passed to fast
and even faster now
as the time just clings like moss
until my form is covered
its shape completely lost