As the days race
I feel my heart quicken it’s pace.
Time is running out.
I struggle and chase,
Hoping I’ll trip and fall into a better place.
Like wonderland, but without doubt.
Everyday I see a new face.
Stricken with details as intricate as lace.
Yet with every change I wonder about
How much it will take to embrace
This same life or let it go cold case.
Which ever way, I shall not pout.
Time is short and we should not waste.
This life is mine I hold the ace.
