Hour upon hour,
minute upon minute
rush by faster and faster.
Your hands reach out to grasp them
as they fly by,
but you're not quick enough
to snatch the moving moments.
You spend your time
wishing for something more,
as if time were tv program
that you could rewind
and fast forward through.
And yet you miss the small moments,
the ones hidden beyond the screen,
for when you become transfixed
with the tv program you've created,
you miss the show going on around it.
"I want my life to be meaningful"
You say, but don't forget
that time has no care
for what you wish to do-
it remembers what you did.
My darling, can't you see?
You words are but an imprint
on the sands of time,
there for a moment
and gone the next,
as the tides of its ocean
humble your existence.
YOU ARE READING
As I Sleep
Poesíaa variety of poems on a variety of topics a few are darker, a few are lighter, and a few are just somewhere in between
