Undeveloped Time

Time races by

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