PAUSE BUTTON

Time keeps sprinting past me like it’s late for something important. I’m standing there half-awake, trying to figure out how the hell Wednesday arrived, when I swear I just met Monday for a drink. Everyone’s pretending clock’s their friend, even though it’s dragging them to the same dead end. I just want a pause button. Nothing heroic — just a second that stays. A moment that doesn’t evaporate, Slow the nights I’m feelin’ bold Skip the days I’m feelin’ old Give me a moment that holds still instead of running downhill. If seconds are borrowed, I want to borrow the slow ones. The heavy ones. I’d keep them in my pocket next to the lint and old receipts, pull them out when the world is too loud, and hibernate in this crowd I just want time to slow down, not freeze — just calm the fuck down. Give me one breath that doesn’t sprint, one second that isn’t gone in a blink. I just want a pause button. Nothing heroic — just a second that stays. A moment that doesn’t evaporate, Slow the nights I’m feelin’ bold Skip the days I’m feelin’ old Give me a moment that holds still instead of running downhill. I want a half-speed mind in a full-speed world. I don’t need control. I just want a truce. A handshake with time where we agree, that I’m allowed to look around, before the next moment kicks the door in. I mean I just want a pause button. Nothing heroic — just a second that stays. A moment that doesn’t evaporate, Slow the nights I’m feelin’ bold Skip the days I’m feelin’ old Give me a moment that holds still instead of running downhill. Slow the nights I’m feelin’ bold Skip the days I’m feelin’ old