Time
Your wretched tentacles stretch beyond imagination
Dangling life like a carrot before our very eyes
Only to strike with your cruel stick
Feeling its sting
As we reach out seeking to touch the prize
Touch we must
Like moths to the flame
Consumed by the madness that is our existence
Until the carrot falls from sight
And the stick delivers its final blow
Copyright 2010 Patrick A. Granfors
Interesting and SO sad. By any chance, are you ever called a pessimist?
Connie
Lin
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Good one Patrick!~ Jasmin Horst
Opening his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Since he was fifteen God had dangled that carrot in front of him and always pulled it away…
But No! Nothing was going to happen to stop it now…
Nothing!
Anna