i cannot get away
from the pain
of unassigned time
i don’t give up any of mine
too preoccupied inside my brain
in my veins
i overanalyze
how to keep it turning clockwise
even when a minute feels
like a long hour
need to bear fruit
or my attitude’ll sour
who am i if i resist
am i called coward
gotta first prove
i exist before i shower
– D K T
D K T 