In the opalescent shroud
Of this brisk autumn night
I find myself gazing sordidly
At the rippling waters of a river.
As I stare deeper and deeper
Into the dancing lights of the water
My mind spins and wonders.
Pondering my existence and worth.
Within these reflecting pools
I see myself dissected,
My being strewn across
the steady yet constant flow of time.
All the past's pains appear
As a thousand slings and arrows.
I see nothing but devastation
within these flowing waters.
Until, I'm struck with a seething revelation
that burns in my troubled mind.
That the waters of time will always flow forward
And it's direction will never change.
We are all just debris within these waters
Flowing toward a distant horizon never to be seen again
Never to be remembered.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
In the opalescent shroud
Of this brisk autumn night
I find myself gazing sordidly
At the rippling waters of a river.
As I stare deeper and deeper
Into the dancing lights of the water
My mind spins and wonders.
Pondering my existence and worth.
Within these reflecting pools
I see myself dissected,
My being strewn across
the steady yet constant flow of time.
All the past's pains appear
As a thousand slings and arrows.
I see nothing but devastation
within these flowing waters.
Until, I'm struck with a seething revelation
that burns in my troubled mind.
That the waters of time will always flow forward
And it's direction will never change.
We are all just debris within these waters
Flowing toward a distant horizon never to be seen again
Never to be remembered.