Time is fleeting
like dandelion seedlings
like worry
you dare not waste
here today
gone
forever
you thought you were
a dream
Now, a dead dream
a dead giveaway
to the waking man.
Eternal moments
are the last hour
days, gone by
like a dusty road
undisturbed
for
such a long time
You walk down it
into time
taking time away
from the present moment.
Cliffs
and hawks
and mountain peaks
discern your destiny.
Regrets
are for the disappointed
man
the beaten man
the resigned
man
who no longer yearns
for mountains.
Out of the well that wonders
out of the depths
of defeat
out from the past
of changing years
out from the choices
never made
out of the wandering wilderness
out from the race
that left you behind
out from faded black and white pictures
into color
where my soul grows
like wild flowers
into the twilight of life
the scariest
most suspenseful
hour.
We grow among the pruning shears of society
We laugh in the silence
and stay silent
among mockery
to be what life has defined
and stretch the spelling of its diction
to refuse to be a child, again
to refuse the bosom of a second mother
to be a man
cleaving to no man
or woman
to be undefined
unarticulated
until the final hour.
Your composition
in time
is a score
that does not keep score
a symphony
blasting through the mountains
one time.
Sandcastles erased
on the beaches of nowhere
by tides
regular, recurring
tides.
What purpose does nature possess
except to possess us with our eternal will?
Unwilling to wait
not wanting
the basic necessaries of society
wanting none for myself
only myself
I am the whole world
in one
there is nothing outside
of man.
That was quite a ride…loved every word of it…felt every word of it.
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So glad KT Workman! It was a rollercoaster of a ride when I was writing it!
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Excellent ❤️
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Glad you liked it Ananda!!!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks Eleanor! 🙂
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