remember that time

we were bored and pained
we worked at living
but lost our way
we worked at love
but suffocated in a humid room

time passes impassively by
we are sick and full of form
we pass the days
educating the void

for five minutes of inarticulate joy
we face 23 and 55
we run at nothing 
and amount
to reams of shit that we must count

i no longer feel the things
that youth lent me
my head is filled
with lacks that live me

my heart is underslept 
and overworked
i hope it bursts
with tears for all
i amount to time
spent and fell