Having strait-jacketed myself into the never-ending work world once more (what comes of being raised by the wrong family in the wrong culture)
living by the second hand of my watch,
wound too tightly in the time trance that gets us through our days,
shoes too tight and unyielding...
came the remembrance while on the move...as the best ones always do...
exit ramp ahead.
slowed to a roll
lowered the window
tossing the watch where the panhandlers could find it
never to return
freedom ahead
the end of time