The days roll by with dusk arriving as an early friend,
but the days themselves seeming to linger longer
when you are waiting for a special time to come.
Time is like and Anchor to my soul;
an Anchor I must pull and toil against
to get to the goal that beckons, so hard and so close
but just out of reach it seems…at the end of the path.
There are times in our lives where time truly flies,
and we see days melt one into another
like mercury flows across the floor;
then there are times, like the present,
where time is a millstone to the mind,
that drags us down and into
the blackness of impatience
and paranoia….of the future at stake
and a life choice unmade…