What's Wrong with this Calendar?

Hide me in a room
with no windows.

Never let me see
the smoke of times.

Let the walls hiss
and smoke when
I return for a peep.

Can’t you see?
Attend to the cues

It snubs your
emotional undertones

No preference
for such labels at all

To some,
it’s fast-paced

To others,
this is in slow motion

Nevertheless,
it won’t stop moving

So I avail myself
of the small

Yet immense
movements of the tick-tock

And the course
unbeknown to many

For I cannot
create time
So I’m resigned to this

Oh, the loops
and unloops of our doing

Yet,
I cannot
make time
Since I’m frozen in place

So I did that in time

I grabbed this
by the scruff
of its neck

Declared to
make it mine

Mine in place
In place of mine

This is not your measure

For my journey
is not this calendar

And my map is
not your compass.

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What’s Wrong with this Calendar?

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Tosin Adebayo

Poet & Storyteller at STORIES & POEMS

I'm Tosin, creator of Stories & Poems, and I firmly believe no life is lived to its fullest without uncommon sprinkles of excellence, madness & passion.

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