Time Bomb
The Future awaits
Taunting me in its ambiguity
Presenting its ever changing possibilities
Unsettling mares that wake me from my sleep
No rest will be for me
as I sink before I swim
and my dreams seem paper thin
beside the harsh realities of life
Each step I take
drags me backward a mile
The journey doesn’t seem worth the while
as I drown each time I’m saved
Time ticks on slowly
even as the years fly by
Even as hope lives and dies
the future waits patiently
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