Tik, Tik, Tok, two hands circle around the consciousness of mortals.

Then there comes a day when a life of exploration becomes all timelines, the clock begins to chortle.

This is a devious laugh, as yet another victory for the clock is near.

The ultimate sign of a deceived mind is a mind that can’t spend extended time, here.

Reminisces of the past, a maddening rush to future modern goals, the clock is in control.

Anxiety, depression, the most common symptoms of missed or far away goals.

I fear most crimes go unpunished, kids fail to report the imaginations their adult selves stole.

Tik, Tik, The mortgage makes one still, a failed marriage makes one cold.

Still yet, your race here is finished! You cheer as the “Tok Tok Tok” bursts from the clock laughing!

None of the youths stopped to asked, “why are the adults with so much, not much happy?”

The best moments in life were the ones that unexpectedly produced smiles.

I used to struggle with faith through uncertainty, but now I love his style.

Who knows what comes with each minute but Lord knows what comes every year.

I gaze over my path to see evidence of life being an adventure everywhere.

We have a tendency to miss the impactful turns when we try to steer.

Is this because our greatest breakthroughs are usually on the other side of fear?

Nonetheless I’ve decided to stop forecasting knowing my job is to simply take the next step.

Putting my hand back in the cookie jar believing the best ones are still left.

If I die before i wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

But should the lord find an empty bay, my soul is a vessel I gave away.

For I loved my friends and family like It was always my last breathe.

Knowing life is not a fair game, this is how I’ve cheated death.

I’ve jam packed my will and reduced all the days I said I wouldn’t.

Giving all efforts in my youth, turning my head to see all perspectives I once couldn’t.

Not arguing with my loved ones allows me to argue with death and get the last word.

For at my funeral you all will say things I’ve already heard.

My mind has turned novel, Jekyll on the left, Hyde on the right.

Creativity commingling with science, to create what’s right when I write.

Oh my that’s not proper? But is It art? The artist draws the line, the scientist says where.

Am I a victim? With my ideas carouselling with my education is my mind fair?

As you labor away remember the best smoothies have multiple fruits.

Yet; they made us think we had to choose one or the other during our youths.

Executive, Poet, mathematician, I can go over your head or pitch It underhand.

Science helps us understand the world but art creates a world we can understand.

I only have one idea. I don’t know what my idea is but still I continue.

That’s why I’m writing today, you know that feeling deep inside but you don’t truly know what’s within you?

We’re all rough so if you go into the depths, there’s always a diamond.

I’ve realized questions are simply signals from answers, they’re begging us to find them.

So I’m digging. I donated all my materials to move in with my mother, bringing only my shovel.

I made more money this year than I ever have, It didn’t comfort me in my struggle.

To leave this world without discovering my gift is my greatest fear.

I don’t know what’s buried in my soul but God is my witness, i know It’s there.

You’re not perfect but you’re as close as your bloodline is currently.

Unfortunately you exist in a world that has forgotten clout isn’t currency.

Fear not, 30-40, the decade where all facades fade, it’s essential to know what self love takes.

Fragile egos will drop & float like leaves awaiting to collide with rakes.

The heat is coming and not all dishes flourish when they’re baked.

90’s babies, headed to the part of life where some things can’t be faked.