The internal clock of our lives,
Keeps ticking, seconds race on by.
From the moment we're born until we die,
We are given a certain amount of time.
We can do whatever we want with it,
For it's our time to experience,
The human condition and what it entails',
To learn all we can, before our clock fails.
But if you knew exactly how and when,
Your time was up, your life would end,
Would you ensure you did at least one thing,
To make your life worth remembering?
I had lost it some time ago.
I locked it away, threw out the key,
Deleted the word, from my vocabulary.
It was worn out, from all the pain and abuse,
For me, it was something I would no longer use.
But now I...
Seem to have a need for it.
There is someone I wish to give it to,
A gift that I feel, is now long overdue,
So I decided to make a new one instead,
Without all the baggage, the other one had.
A couple of quatrains:
Stillness, the sun rises over the horizon,
Frosty leaves of a flower, forever frozen.
The glossy waters of a smooth surface pond,
The precise moment just before the dawn...
I gather thoughts, emotions, truth and lies,
Collect all these things and yet, still I
Cannot have what it is I really seek,
The thing that'll make my life complete.