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.
© Karlane McFarlane 18/07/2018