Scatter
The echos of our yesterdays
resound in steps throughout this maze
while whispered winds sing songs of past
their tunes don't tell how long we’ll last
A ticking clock's duplicity
is taunting with its mystery
from merely moments meant to be
to life beyond a century
We ease our minds, insisting things
exist like flying clocks with wings
or seconds standing on two feet
while time rolls down a one way street
No telling time to change its ways
or how to pick who goes or stays
we’re forced to ride the very wave
that drowns the ones we fail to save
We reach for what escapes our hand
caught by the breeze like grains of sand
that scatter far beyond this earth
long after death, before our birth
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