Sand Men

 

While I survived
all that came before
I now find myself 

enveloped in the fog
of diminishing certainty

Can no longer see

where I have been

or more importantly

where I am going

All sense of proportion

compromised severely

To compound my calamity

The sands in my hour glass
are accelerating rapidly

I finally see Time
as my mortal enemy

Impassive to my pleas
for a slight extension
to complete all I need to do

There will be no negotiation

Or for you either

This is how it has to be

Carpe Diem