Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Time still ticking away

whether with or without purpose, time keeps ticking away
stealing seconds of your life, one tick at a time
a life lived.. no transcended, looking for purpose and fulfillment
finding neither

simply wandering the labyrinth under the full moon
excited, half-blind, and seeing monsters in the shrubs..
lost
refusing to admit it
refusing to be brought down by the weight
refusing to bend.. to be bent without intent
standing tall in the face of it all
knowing that one day it will all catch up with me
sooner or later, that day will come.