Pageturner

tick, tick, i'm torn

seconds turn to minutes

and days into years

i can't let go and dreams

manifest into fears

chance after chance

excuses and lies

so many hellos

equal as many goodbyes

and so my story continues

verbs dance around nouns

while sentences gaze

as words come together

another new page

let this chapter be rosy

for the last made me cry

another similar passage

and my eyes will be dry

let him find her

and let her see him

accepting each other

and all that's within

if we all lived by prose

a chance could possibly stand

but we're characters, not authors

and we can't write the end

don quixotic

i contemplate today, tomorrow, yesterday
and next month's calendar page
a yellow highlighter marking significance
time's ignorance equating to indifference
when i passed myself on the road to discovery
he/i/we acknowledged the theory of relativity
i picture a 7 year-old me questioning everything
with the current iteration calmly justifying
why it is that where we are is who we'll become
and where we were is why we are who we are today
nonsense in one sense and sensibility in another
putting one head to bed while awakening his brother
i pray a common ground is found
to ease timely tensions bound
by the conundrums of self and space
when life is confined to such a quixotic place