Gouge

Time always slips away
Curls up at age, and colors fade
Glossy paintings, wall to door
Size of the moment makes me feel so small
I’m not waiting for a change
I’m not waiting for a change
Can’t feel passing days
There’s a feeling that always stays
Warm memories, clutched too tight
Clouded vision masks my sight
I’m not waiting for a change
Time slips away