Forever Waiting...

Time is flowing, time is running, time is pouring past us either side...

A rapid river, rushing torrent, raging water dogs us til we've died...


We swim, we float like jettison, like logs and debris in a storm, we paddle hard, some thrash some sink, dragged

beneath the surface in a blink...

The better swimmers, lucky ones, they live the longest, fighting long, they cling onto the very lip, of the

waterfall, the final dip, senility and illness rend them as they fight the brutal current of the final moments of

their life.

There are no floats, no nothing helps you, no nip-tuck shall there defend you, aesthetic work, and surgery, will

not prolong your life...

No boat, nor jetty there to dock it, you cannot slow down time nor lock it.

No, no locket will protect a precious lock of hair, of those you love of those who care of those who despite risk

you dare, to love...

Nay you cannot freeze an hour minute second moment of your life, not highest high or joyest joy or cruel moment of

the darkest strife...

Time itself cannot be lied to.

Nor can it be denied.

You owe it tribute seconds stripping off your life each day. Ignore it or acknowledge it, it is the price you pay.

To live in a world where change resides, where surprise and new things shock or horror, love and beauty hides, to

live your life in living world, you pay the price of time.

Moving faster dragging forward, torn from the arms of parents, lovers...

Friends ahead left you behind,  but better that, than to them bind, to rush with them alongside you, towards a

quicker sooner death, for two...

We bring our children to this world, we throw their lives back up the current, caring for them cross the distance

of our lives, our time... We cannot climb up there to meet them, though we remember being like them, perhaps

remember being as them, children in the shallows of a child...

Where waters slow and life is easy, memory hazed, our happy lazy times...

We leave our childhood moving on, to new things, blessings, crimes...

We must sacrifice our innocence, for to our childhood we cannot swim-climb...

Misers swim as hard as ever in the hardest time of life, fighting the final strongest current of the rapids at the

end of time... Those true among us swim their hardest to enjoy their middle life.

From teen years to mid-life crisis, striving hard to enjoy life, to create to share to bring a smile, not to hoard,

to store, to file.

To defile the bounty given them by fate by ignoring the flow of time...

Those of us who're truly worthy understand and enjoy time, filling moments packed with joy, accomplishment in mind

or spirit, building things of brick and mortar, making art of pigment, ink, forming thoughts of pure fantasy...

Dreaming dreams and making love and changing things and moving on, that is how life should, i think, be spent...

What is life but to make the best of what little time you do have left, it could be days it could be minutes could

be decades or infinite, who can know? None. Who can try? All.

All will fall, but some will scream and cling to life, to all regrets, to pain...

And some will smile, appreciate, look back at dreams unfulfilled or complete... And dive.



Each of us, we ever, wait...


Each of us...


Forever Waiting...


To Die...