riphssmyth

I like the pace of time. I think that life tends to move on on just the right cadence, and if I had a Time Machine I would use it to lock time at its current pace.

Cold, bitten, waiting at the door

Rain like the universe’s tears streaming down his cheeks

He knows rejection—it's known him from the start

You see, forgiveness is his revenge on himself

Mountains like monuments waiting

And so he sat there

Engulfed in the presence of time

And realized that his path was carved out for him

Awaiting footsteps

Begging for mistakes

If only he were to begin his journey

I pepper myself with questions

Questions that bubble up and spill over

Out into the wide world

And I stop to admire time

I pause in my tracks

Tracks that have gone a long way

And within this pause

Staring through eyes of stone at the republic 

oh, for which it stands 

one nation like a burning stick 

a stick that is almost snuffed out 

One foot in front of the other

Pursuing the search for my goal

Feet pounding against the solid ground

Heart pounding against my chest

The rain pummeling the dirt 

The wind whisking the hair out of my face