Hourglass

Hourglass Time talks to me and it has so much to say “Maybe we can be friends,” I inquire thinking that maybe with him as a friend I could defy risk! But, sadly, I am a fool time has no friends Instead, I am a warrior. As such I cannot give up so easily? I test the boundaries of my cage but nothing I do slows the beast Is there no courage in me at all? Can I not face this moment and the next and the next and everyone after? They are not so bad, just different yes, different “Nothing is the same,” I know “Always has been.” But that onrushing violence of time that rips and tears at normalcy “Is it always constant?” I realize that time is just an hourglass? And our measure is metered out by fate and action and time will keep its secrets That is fine And as long as I understand that I’m sure that maybe with time we may even become friends