Y’all don’t even feel the ax…
Somewhere far off in my mind I sit and watch my life pass by.
The hands of time turn too fast or too slow, depending on which way I want to go.
It seems like yesterday I was still a child.
I wished days away reaching for what I imagined to [be]come.
Now, the days come quickly as I try to tighten my grasp, but I can only hold on to pebbles from the past.
A fleeting moment emblazoned in my mind:
The sun in my hair
Waves at my feet
Laughter in the air
and salt in the breeze.
But alas…I am just another passerby.
They say those footprints have been washed away on the shores of time.
Every journey that starts comes to an end, forever to begin again and again.
Endlessly we spiral to become all things.
Our bones once the waters of ancient seas.
I look far back to see what I once was, a flower turning its head towards the sun.
-inspired by my dad.