Time Bomb


The Future awaits

Taunting me in its ambiguity

Presenting its ever changing possibilities

Unsettling mares that wake me from my sleep


No rest will be for me

as I sink before I swim

and my dreams seem paper thin

beside the harsh realities of life


Each step I take

drags me backward a mile

The journey doesn’t seem worth the while

as I drown each time I’m saved


Time ticks on slowly

even as the years fly by

Even as hope lives and dies

the future waits patiently



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