Time
Waves
Time is so fake
to cheat us.
To act like
an evil friend, letting us think we have so much of it when in
actuality
we have so little.
That time will
lull us to believe, that we will have all the time in the
world.
But then it's
gone,
It is
gone.
And it becomes
too late.
We are left
standing all alone in the vast empty ocean.
The waves
that pass us by we will never see again,
and no matter
how hard we try we can never catch up to them.
For they
drift
further and farther away, until they fade out of
sight.
Afraid to ride the
wave for it might crash.
And I'll be buried
deep with in the heavy sand,
or to be washed
out
lost at sea.
But to not ride
the wave would only make me a victim,
to be a fool
of time.
To live an
endless
circle of regret that never ends.
To let pass by
the one wave that I've waited for all my life, the same one that has
waited
for me?
I Don't know now I
need more time.
For I hope for that,
but if that doesn't happen.
I pray that it is
only enough.
I close
my eyes and time waves its hand at me with its snickering
smile.
Then I
open my eyes and I pray that it was only a nightmare, one that will never
come true.
For I
never want to say good bye.
Brady
Smith; 3/16/98