Years pass with the slow tick of time
And how very fast that slow tick does pass
Why is it we yearn to go back, to put the wrong things right
Take a moment that slipped through our fingers and hold it tight
Never being able to let go of the regret, the might have been
Striving to break free from the chains that bind, but those links grow longer and become more weighted
Haunted by a precious, loving memory of one beautiful soul
We allow those specters to drag us down into the undertow
Can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move, all we feel is the pain of loss
We soon lose touch of who we once were and become shells of a once bright shining being
Also with that slow tick of time our once technicolor worlds have turned into black and white
Here in this world nothing makes sense or is how it should be or what we once dreamed of as children
Our lives are soon made by choices and decisions that define our existence
And with this path we lose the innocence we had and the passion for dreams we ache for
Reality, responsibilities and obligations blind our souls of our deepest wants and desires
We spend each day fighting that undertow, but are never quite able to see the surface and are unable to swim out into the fresh air of happiness and joy
Instead we swallow more water and it continues to choke us, suffocate us until we slowly fade away
One light remains at the end of the fading of our bodies is the ongoing beauty of our souls
For the soul lives on and shines continuously
It is there in this light I will wait, always waiting for my turn for happiness, waiting to become whole and complete
DPS - 8/2/05
