Distorted thoughts,
Amplified by the darkness,
Growing loud in sound,
And further away,
From what's real,
But you
            don't
                   know,
The label you put,
On the old sliver mirror,
Is somehow an illusion,
Tonight,
Everything is bright,
Everything is scary,
Everything is endless

What was once simple,
Is now a world of worry,
Stress sprouting like trees,
From the overgrown garden,
That is your tired mind,
It tries to run,
Exhausted from trips,
To the shadowy spots in your head,
Right now,
Everything is blinding,
Everything is terrifying,
Everything is endless

Shaking,
Mind racing so fast,
It could out speed a race car,
But not before your heart and lungs,
Win first and second prize,
And they all stand on a podium,
Over looking your sanity,
Now,
Everything is here,
Everything is now,
Everything is endless.

the hands of time*
do tick on by
in the process years
passage quickly by

our clock's cogs
speedy of haste
there's not a spare
minute to waste

a youthful soul  
racing along
then into old age
comes a final gong

the hands of time
do tick on by
in the process years
passage quickly by

life's every moment
strikes a chime
until they reach
a conclusive prime

days on the rapid  
circuit decrease  
as momentum's lap
will so cease

the hands of time
do tick on by
in the process years
*passage quickly by

the speed of a falling raindrop
is 32 feet per second
it's something constant
i have read about
at the science section
of a worn down daily.

given different conditions
and cloud forms from nimbus
to cumulonimbus
or if there even exist heavier,
darker, sulkier clouds,
then it will remain the same.

raindrops will drop at that speed
like the way cherry blossoms
fall at 5 centimeters per second
as identified by Shinkai
accompanied by that sad story,
sad love song and sad vibrant colors.

i have always expressed
adoration at constants
starting at elementary algebra
when miss hernandez introduced
the concept of non changing
ever the same values
unaffected things
like pi or the gravitional pull
or even the speed of light itself.

i always get to thinking
if constant hearts ever exist
or if it does, for how long?
ever changing had been
a major human quality
so is inconsistence
a constant in the human heart?

the anatomy of a constant heart
is a favorite mind palace of mine
i wander at the highest floor
taking my time to build up what would be
the ideal constancy and perfection to me
a woman of digits, numbers and measures

a paradox of consistent inconsistencies
wrapped around every pumping chamber
smooth muscles embracing the equation
like dialogues of yes's and no's
between tissues and muscles and blood
a focus group discussion of conflicting parallels