I write sometimes thoughts that come to my mind. They often just start with an idea or two, a phrase and play with words and if I’m fast enough I don’t forget them and a few more lines come out of it, into some sort of poetic prose; it is meaningful to me, others have said to have found it deep and wonderful… you make up your own mind about this one.
It’s sad. Very depressing in my opinion. Though I feel it somewhat truthful and a weary advice or wake up call. Eh, anyway, I wrote it yesterday on the train back home and a certain someone insisted that I posted it online for the World to see… so… here it is…
Life anachronism
By Petros Miklos
on 6/Jan/2009
In the dark fabric of time I fall – We call it life.
No one knows where it ends,
Its sudden – sometimes – long and windy otherwise…
And only when you hit your exit do you figure it out.And there you are – falling –
While opportunities woosh by
As you fly down your time;
Encountering others as they fall too,
Until they make a detour,
Hit a wall or make a choice…
And there you are, alone in a dark pit,
With all others falling along,
Closer or farther from you,
As for ages it has been so.You feel the void gorging below
And it seems, for a moment,
That if you reach out you’ll just might
Be able to grasp what you feel so near by…
A purpose, a goal,
An objective, a reason,
An explanation perhaps…
A short glimpse of prescience…But all you see is darkness surrounding you…
What do you do?
What will you do of your time as you fall?