
I wait for time to stand still as I travel its plethora of pathways
But it stays and waits for no man
Yet it can be stretched and charged
For all to sail its eternal ebb and flow
To bite the bullet, run headlong
And slip in the synchronistic slime
Or feel the burn as it takes its toll
Chipping away day by day
Trust that it will always be there
Neither crooked nor straight,
Never early or late
And ever for ever ongoing

Would you like to leave a comment?