At first glance,
Time is such a wonderful thing
Taking tragedies and pain
Burying them deep and far.
Recovery, growth, enlightenment.
But at what cost to us
Does time bring in exchange?
We lay here blind to the fact
That we’re speeding
100 miles an hour in the dark
Completely blind to the future.
As time heals it also breaks down
Running out of gas, nothing in sight.
It disorients us to once vivid thoughts
Lost in the wilderness and no way back.
The great mystery of what happens
When the time is up.
Cliffs all around, the brakes are out.
But then so suddenly, the suspense is up.
Clarity sinks in. Life is beautiful.
But then, out of nowhere, it carries us back
Into the dark, lost and confused.
But for the lucky, there is a bright spot
Where they sit and wait.
For time to carry them home.
So time is a strange thing.
That is both a gift and a curse
But in reality, time is merely a medium
In which we all travel.
No favorites or special treatment.
5 billion class C travelers.
The only difference
In this terrifying journey,
Is in your head.