Catching Time

Catching Time

A child

Sees colors, hope, possibilities

Nothing impossible

Ideas born

To help change the world

Has been travelling

travelling urgent messages

The recipient adult self

The medium time

The message life

Peer pressure, peer pleasure, pure pressure,

Somehow lost the message by the way

Peer skin deep, care giver for self

stifling, choking, but growing by the day

Growing weaker, growing lost

Then in a second passing too slowly

remembered the message clearly

Don’t lose sight of all the things

wrong in the world

when in your innocence you promised to fix

Don’t forget what really makes happiness

Otherwise will be lost forever

But you forgot

Now

The child in you is struggling to rescue your aging shadow

Caught in the rituals of life

Life the message, the medium time

Time has run out

It flew by on black and white wings

Unnoticed…

but the aching aging soul would be redeemed

if that child was still courageous enough to let go

and attain the unattainable of a lifetime.