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Sunday, January 5, 2014

53 minutes



53 minutes till new beginnings
Nervous and a little scared
Out of the mundane into the unknown
Meds and a prayer floating without oxygen
Prognosis bleak with a glimmer of wishful thinking
Needed to vent and in god I have lost trust
51 minutes to life changes forever and day
Anxious   and a little edgy
Out of the ordinary into the unexciting
Floating in a haze of yesterdays broken dreams
Needed to share and god doesn’t listen to me
Prognosis for all is the same
Just a matter of when and by whom
47 minutes till I forget to care
I keep telling myself that
Counting down seconds in space
Each one a speck of sand
Falling in a sand clock
31 536 000 seconds till the next speck of sand falls
Floating in this haze of broken reflections
Diagnosis austere and prospects miserable
Sober reflection hanging on a dragon’s tail
Watching the smoke curl and dance
Then it is time with no fireworks
And everything is the same



4 comments:

Neil said...

I'm curious ... Are you there yet?

William Wright said...

It's like I am climbing stairs yet never hit the floor I want

Neil said...

Ha! I see you've been reading some buskology!

William Wright said...

Always do my friend.