To be trapped like sand in an hourglass
was never my intent;
Slipping in and out of the narrow glass crevice
Back and forth between time,
Never really going anywhere;
Nay, I was meant to be the sand that gets tossed by the waves
And lives on shores of foreign lands
With whole ecosystems of thoughts living within me;
Or to turn into glass myself as lightning strikes
or fires burn with their effervescent flames,
capturing me in beauty, not monotony

Yet, confine myself to this prison is what I've done
Where my view is distorted and I am but a
meter for Time,
and a slave to its whims;
And the irony that is so sharp
Cuts like a knife that bleeds
with the truth of how lackluster my soul has become
despite being hostaged by so wild a being

I pray for lightnight to strike me
and end this misery,
Maybe this way I'll at least go out with a bang.
But I am confined to the normal
which is an even greater tragedy
than the tragedy of Age.

06/15/2010

Posted on 06/15/2010
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