Check the Hours

This poem describes a point in time when

reality meets passion, and the disorientation

that comes with it. The speaker already

entered a crossroad; which spawns a clash

between thought and feelings...

Months seem to flash by

Mirrors that I pass

So many funny faces

Check the hour glass;

This can't be me,

Check the hour glass;

This can't be me,

Check the hours.

Summer cookouts traded for train ride snacks

Pier gazes morphed into sky scraper heights

Daydreams framed in an outline of clouds

Birds of different feathers chirping on the balcony

An empty feeling begins to fill soft places

The alchemy of life, opposed to stagnation.

Months seem to flash by

Mirrors that I pass

So many funny faces

Check the hour glass;

This can't be me,

Check the hour glass;

This can't be me,

Check the hours.

I'm on a mountain trail

Searching for a stream

Not thinking of a swim or bath

Just in need of a drink

I know I'm close to something

Just don't know what it is

Or how long it will take to obtain

This elusive dream.

Months seem to flash by

Mirrors that I pass

So many funny faces

Check the hour glass;

This can't be me,

Check the hour glass;

This can't be me,

Check the hours.