Time is fleeting, but I can catch it
By its coattails and spin across the floor
Through my eyes, down my spine
Until I have memories and time no more
The words unspoken resonate
With languages and times that never passed
Sailing on an ocean of turbulent thoughts
Set a destination and draw up the mast
I have dreams each and every night
And write them down when I wake
But when I look back, the pages, they are blank
And dreams spun into reality – that I cannot shake
So each stumble, each step, each leaf
Every bit of me I leave behind
Is a part that forms another person
And a part that can help shape another mind
I'm not using rhythm and barely rhyme
But I hear what's around me and inside me
And type empty words onto the blank screen
Just so they have somewhere where they can be free
But that's not quite true, is it?
Do I just type the words to constrain them?
So that I cannot lose or maim them?
Order is regained in one and lost in another.
I wish to be greater, more than I am
But I fear that once the wish is made
It is solidified into something unattainable
And a normal life is the only trade
He dreams and wishes and strives to attain
Whilst I just stifle and rot with envy and worry
Perhaps if I had just a little more time...
No, I'd still always be in a hurry
To live a life that I want to live better.