it's the Time that drags you down; heart-pounding, feet-kicking dragging dusty trails into the Ground of Things Left Undone. you scarcely know when to breathe, much less love or hope or dare to live within Time's Constraints - (forever-waiting-for-the-Time-the-clock-is-ticking-and-the-beat-the-earth-is-straying-is-forever-kneeling-between-Circumstance-and-Happening) and life blurs into OneAnother as you seek to know the truth of where Seconds fly to, where the lives you cling to have gone to and its the Time that drags you down, fist-flying, nail-biting bleeding into the World of Things Left Unsaid.
Reason for writing:
well i realized that life is short, and that we can't take it for granted...however, along with this realization i realized that i do take it for granted, and then i wonder, while getting caught up so much in the busyness and devastation, where time goes....a universal question in the shape of a poem...
Birth sign: Taurus
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