Time
#4 of Poetry and Scribblings
Time,
Even the slightest motion of the air can disturb the water,
The ripples will travel slow but steadily,
Until you finally become aware,
That you are not the same as you were back then...
Motivations are now aggravations,
What was wise has become foolish,
Did the bird just lost its wings,
Did the wings get clipped?
Or did he grow new ones?
Or are new ones still evolving?
The taste of time,
A faint stain which makes you aware,
Which does not fade away,
But only becomes stronger,
Now that time rolls on,
The Change caught up with me,
When I never saw it coming.