The sands are shifting
For he with hourglass eyes
And his time is up
There is no view
Nor morning bright
No shining star
For guiding light
No silent kiss
From unknown soul
Repair the hole
That cut so deep
And bled so red
That played o’er
Inside my head
The day you left
For pastures new
And left me cold
And dead, and blue
Standing at the perimeter looking in
Watching the flashing smiles of glistening teeth;
They’re false smiles, but smiles nonetheless.
Everyone looks so happy with the sun shining down on them,
Whilst I patrol the limitless shadows.
One day I hope to step into their world,
But it shall be on my own terms, not others.
Until that day, I’ll watch, wait,
And pretend to be happy just incase anyone sees me.
After all, there’s always a chance.
Living in sections with gaps in between.
Memories are fleeting, insubstantial ghosts;
Even ghosts lived once though.
Lucidity beckons, as does a yearning for clarity.
But when it is the moments you don’t remember,
When it is the snapshots that hold the key,
Then how can you be sure if you’ve ever really lived at all?
Such are the tribulations of a time-lapse mind.
The only assurance being that there is none to be had,
And if there was, you wouldn’t remember it.