This Ring of Ours
Tick-Tock
Slow, eternal circle
Past, fading
Future ever coming
Screaming.
Screaming
at the sky
As
I wonder, "What did the thunder
say?"
Pick-Peck
Crow, ever coming
Dusk, fading
As night swallows
Sweating.
Sweating
in true anticipation
"What
is the reward for my kindness?" I
cry
in vain.
Splash-Splish
Water, always beating
Shore, eroding
Footprints always fading
Scared.
Scared
at the price
"The
price I paid to preserve for you!" I
utter
in an anxious rage.
As all move forward,
I remain crucified
Buried in a tomb whose rock I cannot push
Remaining ever trapped,
At the center of the sphere, I stand
All revolves around me
Screaming, Sweating, Scared!
Always ticking!
Always picking!
Always splashing!
—Yet, I move not
The sounds continue
Insane... Silence?!?
Woah, Wei-la! Anything but silence.
Emotion, overflowing
Choking on these tears I cry
This salty blood I shed
Sowing these seeds of contempt
Still, forward!
We press on
Against the current of our mother.
Creating our present...
Our time..
Now...
Our time....
