...and so time
continues to gobble itself up;
the only dog
to ever catch it's own tail.
I'm wishing to stop
and willing to last.
All the while,
a hypocrite shrouded
by my own inability
to escape self doubt.
I cling to the moment
before decision, audaciously
battling consternation
I bid time to speed past.
caught in
petulant impatience, I question...
shall I forfeit
myself to hell?
or shall I wedge myself
in the gap
of days past,
and days
I cannot cease
from escaping my grasp.
I linger a moment longer
on a thought I often ponder...
What's the point
in living fast?
I'd rather lay in the grass
and finish last.
C.e.M. 12.23.14
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
...and so time
continues to gobble itself up;
the only dog
to ever catch it's own tail.
I'm wishing to stop
and willing to last.
All the while,
a hypocrite shrouded
by my own inability
to escape self doubt.
I cling to the moment
before decision, audaciously
battling consternation
I bid time to speed past.
caught in
petulant impatience, I question...
shall I forfeit
myself to hell?
or shall I wedge myself
in the gap
of days past,
and days
I cannot cease
from escaping my grasp.
I linger a moment longer
on a thought I often ponder...
What's the point
in living fast?
I'd rather lay in the grass
and finish last.
C.e.M. 12.23.14
