keep still before the shutter,
go off later on;
we have plenty of time to grow old.
little time to stay young,
or too much.

freeze –
my hands are tied,
the scene unfolds relentlessly. 
motion-capture can’t save me,
i need a still shot,
to keep the memory burning

in the back of my mind,
they roll the movie
reels at the thought of scenes changing.

to many more years
my soul has been sold

aren’t you mad, we’re getting old?

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