{"sf1_id":2255670,"sf2_id":"ZmM9PLLm","title":"Lost To The Sink","author":"Apolarbear17","words":120,"posted_at":"2025-05-25T21:06:18.000Z","tags":["Metaphor","Poetry","Reflection","time"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2255670-lost-to-the-sink","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmM9PLLm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b0/17/b01774db-0eaf-4b1f-a704-ab8315442d91","description":"This is the last of my pretty short backlog so once again things are back to being up to date in regards to art and writings I was meaning to share here(done by myself and others in regards to that art). This is a simple poem about lost time, something that feels like it’s only accumulating faster and faster.","content":"**Lost To The Sink**\n  \n\nI think I’ve lost time and I don’t know where it went\u0026nbsp;\n\nI didn’t realize just how much of it I’ve spent\u0026nbsp;\n\nHow distracted I got trying to get by day by day\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat I let plenty of it just slip away\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd so I look and see just how much of it has passed\u0026nbsp;\n\nLooking backwards and forwards to see what’s lost and are left aghast\u0026nbsp;\n\nAt trying to figure where all the time and years go\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut that’s an answer you can’t keep enough track of to know\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor time sinks where it will and does what it wants\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd the clocks and the calendars will show that and continue to taunt \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;"}