Long enough for what
I have to do yet somehow not
50 weeks
Plus two for me
For 50 years then I'll be free
Which days are life
Which hours are mine
Which years will make my memory shine
Which days are lost
Which hours I cried
Which years live on after I've died
Nothing moves
Except the times
Nothing lives that doesn't die
Nothing's bright
Like my blue screens
Nothing's now except what's been