
Tick Tock
Location
Time is temporary
Short in its permanence
Infinite in appearance
People live
Dying to carve their permanent mark
Dragging their knife through the flesh of life
Hoping to leave scars as screams
Claiming possibility
In impossible legacy
All for the search of something permanent
Running from shadows
Filled with unknowns
Only to constantly trip on the solid roots of life
Breathless and grasping
Desperate and clinging
Reaching above
As a child fervently wanting 'UP!'
Up and away from pains and burdens
Higher in pursuit of ascendance
Concentrating on transcendence
Willing to be anywhere above this
Realizing this climb is temporary
That these bones are roots
This flesh is weight
While we stumble on
Running
Out of time