The Shores of Time

My ideas bounce off my words echoing the future onto the page As my clarity begins to age Into a rage Where water doesn’t flow But sprays You attempt to duck out of the way As I attempt to say what I must say But instead I spray And there it lay Messily across your face My image of this mental place You struggle to wipe it clear as I heretically steer Through this commotion of gasoline emotion Riding on metallic sharks That are surfing on cascading sparks I cast my vision down below into the lake Catching my words becoming humming birds flying as ripples in my wake They elegantly twist and curve in every dimension in space But only one in time Forwards Towards The jagged shores Where we of every kind Must forfeit both body and mind.