conceptual substitutions

Ticking away The moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours In an offhand way And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun It's been on my mind lately, how quickly the last ten years have disappeared. One moment, I was forty-two. My mom, at least, was alive. The future still felt spacious. There was time to…