Are you barely holding on?
Quiet desperation is the English style
In a struggle with the Gods
And yourself for a while
Until something splits
The pea breaks
The willow cracks
And a viper spits
And Then you fall
To endless
Time
Oh Time's wall
The wall of now
For ever we climb
Trying to reach it
The present moment
Like a summit
That we keep sliding
Off of
Like ice
You see you cannot ride
Or overshoot the wave
That crests ever on
And never breaks
But is always breaking and being reclaimed
The endless cusp of tomorrow
Though you can look through if you are brave
And see tomorrow and tomorrow save
A moment from the future
A moment from the now
Like an eternal suture
heals over
A wounded brow
And the closer to the summit
The more clearer your vision through
The medium of tomorrow
Time's eternal blue
Ocean of forever
Man your surly crew
All hands on deck
Else we break our necks
When we try to push on through
Keep reaching for tomorrow
Keep striving for today
Keep letting go of sorrow
Like a pearl lost to the clay
It will be found by someone else
Another day
And its wisdom impart
Like the shaking bough
Interprets the wind's thoughts in its way
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