Time

Time keeps on ticking, I've been here before, searching my mind like a lost metaphor. Parallel spots, and in between spaces, Time can't heal what the soul replaces. Looking for answers, finding no clues, Life can't always catch what the heart pursues. Standing still, but lost in the commotion, looking for peace, and my fading emotion. I am only me, I can't be nobody else, I can't be full of sunshine, till the ice all melts. Tired of time, and its imposition, I find myself, but it's always with suspicion. Closing the door, I open my heart I want to stand tall, but still I fall apart. Drowning in puddles, gasping for air, I think of things that are no longer there. To play the game is a chance I have gambled, but my heart is heavy, and my brain is scrambled. I close my eyes, to quiet the noise, but thoughts can't heal what time destroys. So many things, in so many ways, the clouds reappear, and I'm stuck in the haze. Life is a circle, going round and round, you can't run away if your feet don't touch the ground. Time is a just a battle I choose to apprehend this is just a moment I hope to comprehend