Static
Never-changing,
Forcibly locked into one’s own time.
A frozen hourglass sits by the wall,
Waiting and wondering when the sands of time will begin to move.
Lost, and alone.
What determination does this inanimate object have left?
A tree,
Forever growing and changing,
Yet it’s forced to bear an inevitable fate,
of being eternally tied to one single place in the world.
Such is the human act of devotion and loyalty
What is this loyalty?
Chains twirling effortlessly, trapping any who step within its path?
The ability to immensely place one’s trust within another familiar being?
Is it an obligation?
A need?
A want?
Is it indefinite?
Or temporary
When the sands of time begin to move, will loyalty and devotion have run its course?
What is the vow of human nature?
What is the truth of what cannot be attained by mankind?
In a constantly changing world,
who holds all the bearings?
Who controls time, and fate?
Do we throw ourselves into our own pits of fire?
In our never-changing world,
Who freezes the time we thrive to set in motion?
This is a fight between the seen and the unseen.
Forever waging an impossible war,
which destiny holds all the possible outcomes to.
Death forging life,
Life forging death.
Round and round this cycle of frozen time and fate spin
Will it ever stop?

© 2012 SparksLC