The days grow colder once again
It seems time never forgets its merciless routine
All that’s happened since time before
Was it worth it?
I wish it could be
Now I sit still
Unsure if waiting or wasting
Not convinced of where I want
Yet despite my own uncertainty
Time never hesitates
The autumn air remains so brilliant
The way it veils the mood
The way it takes control
My decadence in its distraction
Enough to love it
Enough to loathe it
As I deny deciding
One moment please
So relentless is desire
Despite its chances
Its paralyzing persistence
Too honest
I suppose I admire it
As much as I fear it
And anticipate its next move
So effortlessly compelling
Where next?
They say time flows like sands
Is that why it feels so dry?
Slow, burning, vapid
Begging for more
The invisible hourglass
Unable to be sought or shattered
But intimately familiar
The current unwavering
So oblivious to the consequences
I envy that choice
That incessant noise
Melodramatic clamor
I despise it
But I can’t cease what I see
I reward it
For all its given me
So natural
So senseless
Enough
Stop thinking