Monday, April 22, 2013

Tick Tock

Tick Tock by Cassandre Smith

The golden pendulum sways methodically 
Demanding thought and respect for an action that should not be 
As the clock ticks, time passes unnoticed 
By those who are consumed to overflowing 

Patience, a quality once prevalent, is in want 
Whirls of color blur past, rendezvous at the grave; too late 
Too late to appreciate the simplicities 
Too late to appreciate the sensations; enveloping at every turn, breath 

Born, live, die...Born, live, die 
The pinkness of a newborn, the healthy glow of success, the grayish, earthy tint of death 
As we transition through shades, our life shortens with each turn of the color wheel 
Not enough time, never enough time 

Float on the clouds, paint the skies, glide down a rainbow 
Pause and breathe in the elements 
A pendulum's movement is not altered by one's inability to observe the fragility that is humanity 
Let each tick...tock define a moment cherished, unforgotten, frozen in time 

1 comment:

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