Broken Clocks

A poem.

time is moving strangely
think I'll fix myself a drink
see if reality can catch back up on itself
one moment my brain is skipping ahead
annoyed & angry at the present
the next I'm walking underwater
brain ticking like a broken clock
and just when I go to catch it
and figure out what's going on
I look back and see that, yes,
I've been getting things done
part of my mind is broken, frozen,
always at a loss
I hope the rest of it doesn't follow
damn, how long has it been
since I worked for money
my life is on the verge
of collapse
my heart & mind are locked in
separate rooms
and need to merge
but then I get another perspective
and think I have a shot of change
of putting meaning in existence
and truly changing lanes
one time real, before real ends