Trapped in an hour glass
With the sands of death filling in
As Im suffocated by life.
The road ahead is still far
And despite my time here
I will find no way to escape.
I'm told of a purpose
Which I must reach to obtain enlightenment
Yet the light of day has no meaning
So long as I'm trapped in an hour glass.
I'm told of untold potentials
But this potentials will not take me far
As only the timeless can experience it.
As I age through this
I'm forced to imprison another
By rotating the glass
With no reason as to why.
One gets the jitters
When one knows that flirting death
Is just biding its time to strike
Like the sneaky snake lurking in shadows
For life bestows free unsolicited gift
Of death wrapped in mystery.
Bellies of days filled to make babies old
As the earth revolves unabashedly sweet
With some coy nights cooked with venomous spices.
The voice of ones education echoes loud
But cannot bring the medicine
To heal the wound named death.
One hates the smile of the two-forked tongued death
That flickers with golden goading streak.
Yet, under its spell tots in youth, old in geriatric gait must succumb.
