Coming for minutes
Like an alarm clock that you never set
For awhile it was ok
Sort of comforting in its regularity
But it's become a buzzing annoyance
Then it blows by in my backyard
Horn blaring
Letting everyone know it has arrived
Clear the crossing
Make way
And I can feel something else now
Creeping its way more quietly
Into my mind
Understandably out of control
Days of sanity
Should be squeezed and loved
For their shortness is fleeting
