Each tick of the clock,
With time passing on.
Every second and minute counts,
But when does time become irrelevant?
Is it when we ignore it's protruding stride?
Knowing each second and minute,
Brings us closer to die.
I have watched and wasted,
The many timely hours at hand.
As the clock strikes it's hours,
Across the land.

There at the beginning,
That rising hour.
The sun shining beyond the morning dew,
Can all be lost in a sedated life.
Buried beneath the lost few,
I have felt the burden of this world.
Bearing heavily on this soft skull,
Bringing a point to this sleepy lull.
That I have left myself in to do,
Now after all this time I must awaken.
Or face a darkened end despaired,
For all the things I have mistaken.
A hard choice to make,
A grief to bear.
A piece of my heart given,
In hopes of something new.
But all the while in this waking,
I'm left in the night alone construed.

Time is but a wave that washes over us,
Some days we're gasping for air. Others are looking forward to the next big one.
In all of this remember each wave, good or bad,
For they make the person who lives today.

Consciously I look at you and see a bit of me,
Where thoughts drift in through happy and sad.
Like the ocean,
That's far and wide inbetween.
The ups and downs can have their toll,
As it's not always easy.
But not every moment spent is foolish,
Only lovingly.

It does not get better,
As the world gets wetter.
Crying and screaming for home,
In this triviality is where one roams.
When voice after voice,
Argues against the other.
No traction nor gain,
In this world gone insane.
Where cries of hope and peace are heard,
Only cries of death and blood remain.

Out of all things,
Those simple complex things.
Those lost, confusing, fearful, dangerous things,
Will light still shine?
Breaking the darkness held upon one's heart,
Stopping it from breaking apart.
Oh how fortunate are they the hard-hearted,
For their hearts resist the breaking.
Only in turn for their heart,
To end up aching.

The path of learning,
And setting stance.
Will it bring the path back on full?
Or open the past?
One must learn to discern,
And take cautious course.
Or the question left unanswered,
Knocks back in full force.