The hands move, the slow clicking sound of the clock changing time, each second a breath that passes as quickly as it came, and yet no time has passed at all. Mirrored eyes looking through the broken glass see only the slow motion of hands that move with each beat of the heart, there are no words only the sharp undeniable hands of time, twisting with each movement forward the past and present into one moment.

Journey at the beginning time moves quickly so fast that it can not be seen and yet it stands still never changing always at its will, the twist in time will reveal the truth about what is.Tomorrow and yesterday only parts of the play what is, what was and what will be all in the path of time, each twist and turn the hands continue moving steadily forward as if nothing is new.

the deafening sounds of the clicking clock echos off the walls of the world leading never following always moving forward never back. The wind whispers and the rain falls and still time marches to its own beating drum, keeping all moving away from the beginning and always to the end. In the end the twist in time keeps moving forward.

Time moves slowly these days, the clocks hands ticking ticking away with each passing day, things move forward with now rhythm or reason, things are changing with each passing season. Violence we see out our shuttered doors, poverty and disease we hide from on wooden floors, a child’s cry we do not hear because we are blind and live in fear. What will tomorrow bring we do not know, but a better life is what we are owed. Politics and hatred fill the air in waves as people only watch and despair. to change things takes courage, to mend and repair takes time. we watch the world turn on a dime, lost are the things that our ancestors used to do replaced by technology that cripples society for the new. When do we stop and say it is enough go back to the time when people were tough, when politics were true and life was the only view. Helping should not be a crime, giving of yourself the only passage of time, helping thy neighbor get through the hard times that have effected even you. Morality yes it is important that is true but what about the basics the simplest of rules, treat others as you would want to be treated.

Wonder is the devil to a creative mind, impossible to shut off and forget the things that were left behind, never knowing if what is now is real or if yesterday has somehow created the cloud. It is close to the surface and yet just out of reach the pain still lingers and happiness weeps. Tears from blue/green eyes fall like the rains from the skies, their are not answers to the questions left behind only the raw ache of a life over before their time, we wonder sometimes can they see do they know the pain that we feel and why healing is so slow.

We close our eyes and hope for a glimpse an answer to the question upon the soft rose lips, in the darkness we cry and wonder why, when life is so fleeting are we left behind? Is it by chance or design that we are given such pain? There are no answers only our truths that we live with as we walk along the lonely darkened beaches of life, we pass each others strangers who also cry and we wonder why? Finding no solace that we are not alone in our grief only the truth that no one else can see what we see so plainly in the black of the night.

Lost in the creative mind we search for the tide that will take away the pain we ride like the electric horse up the mountains so high, there is no end in sight for these lonely nights that wrap us up tight and hide us from the light. Only tomorrow will bring relief at least that is what they say personally I think it is decay that wipes away the pain we carry as we ride the fairy of life.

We walk along the shady lanes of life, looking and searching seeing only strife. Our paths cross many roads, some paved and some dirt, we travel and travel with no end in sight. Ten steps into the dark and we run for the light, always searching for something not within our sight. The wind blows howling in the dark pushing us farther and farther from the light, the tunnel we begin to see is never ending, and goes on and on for eternity.

We rise when we are knocked from our feet searching long and deep for the strength to continue to travel on this unknown road. Our world grows smaller and darker with each passing year, only the hope that tomorrow may bring back the light keeps us here. The paths are broken, the words go unspoken as we pass each other in the dark, we do not see that pain we feel reflected in each others eyes. Watching and waiting we come to understand that we are destined to travel this land forever searching for a place to land.

As we trek through the mountains and the deserts searching for answers that will not hurt we come to understand that Eternity is all we have, in this life and the next we are doomed to repeat each life until we get it right.