Ticking
Going on
and on
Mimicking
What
went on and on…
Forever
was yesterday
And
yesterday is tomorrow
Joy
secretly reflects sorrow
What the
future holds
Time
already knows
It has
tomorrow by the throat
Where it
wishes
Is where
it goes
The
future cries out
But
today doesn’t hear
Deep in
the night
The
future shouts
Yet no
one is here
Pictures
of the past
Are all
too well preserved
Pictures
of the future
Are all
too well reserved
Our
pictures are undeveloped
Hiding
in the back of our minds
And
still, time goes by
And
makes them even harder to find.
Stacy Young 2012