Broken

I’ve walked the line So many times, But it’s true! This time feels new. I walk the line with my watch in my left hand, It’s borrowed time and I can hardly stand. I’ve walked the line and found love and hate. I’ve walked the line and seldom felt it’s great. I’ve walked the line and powder makes it more. Am I a poet or the world’s whore? Aren’t I funny? Isn’t it sick? I can no longer stand Because all I hear is Tick Tick Tick…