Peace

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