Abandon Tracks

Time...

It is the ultimate four letter word. Not the four letter words that parents would wash kids mouths out with soap type of word. No, no, no, far worse a word. One that issues the death warrant on the living,the word that brings finality, totality and reality with impunity.

It is the trident of the universe, this word time. We are always subject to its unrelenting pressure. Always behind it or/and borrowing trouble with it in future preparation of it. Appointments, dates, calendars and clocks a constant reminder that your to much to little or to late. 

And it is there, at the point of realizing that we are all abandon tracks to time. That train that has left behind the remnant of what once was.

So now, all grown up, unfortunately... Writing the regrets of what could have been. Time was not so kind. It did not tell me to stay 12 years old. In fact, it pushed me to be 16 then 18 the 21 then...a blur. It convinced me at every birthday candle that one more would somehow be better with more opportunity and closer to my dreams. No,... Time in its truth lied, always promising and inch closer to my desires and dreams while reality crumbled around me slowly without me noticing. 

Then time shoved it all at once in my face like the roaring lion devouring the unexpecting prey. Friends around me passing away,and the years taking its toll on the body one Atom at a time each and every day, week, month and year.

Here we are, looking through the lense dimly at what is left... To young to die and way to old to accel. And even if a last spurt of energy were to befall me, to what end...? To much to little to late... All I would say is..."it's about time"  not really caring anymore at the cruelty of it all.

The early passions of light grown dimmer towards the end of the track line, where nothing matters as much any more....