Corners Book On Tape Worm
7:38:00 PM
I see an old man eating alone
Is he as lonesome as he looks?
Will I end up the same alone in a room full of books with no picture frames
I’m not photogenic
But I’ll take your pictures love
And you’ll see
That I’ll be the finger in the corner
of your favorite memories
I see an old man singing
His face looks quite like mine
I lack the courage to wave
At my future self just a few years closer to the grave
And I’m not good at talking
But I’ll write you lullabies
And stories
And I’ll be the voice in the corner
Singing you to sleep
The old man walks through a sad door
Down some stairs
To an office
And opens a drawer
Where he keeps the files
And fills out a form
And writes in the space
I don’t recognize myself anymore
And the photographs will show
Growing old is the slowest form of time travel
It’s the slowest form of time travel
Growing old is the slowest form of time travel
It’s the slowest form of time travel
I eat my meals alone
I’m as lonesome as I looked
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