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