Latent Urgency

I was sure it's 2001,

I blinked and I'm the only one,

How did I start to lose time?

I must've committed a crime.

Days, Months and Years,

They're not merely figures,

What was triumphant then,

Is never glorious again.

I shudder to think of it,

My failing memory dying,

As if falling into a pit,

Where there's only crying.

Perhaps if I was awakened,

More often than I was dreaming,

My latent urgency forsaken,

I'd meet my petty reckoning.

Though merciless Time ever was,

I should've noticed it,

How adrift I really was,

Or perhaps merely stupid.

Now I'm just wallowing,

Seeking my lost moments,

Vigilant of any omens,

Signs of my tardy 'awakening'.