The metronome of Life

The metronome of Life

From falling out of bed

To climbing in to it

Again the sleepy head

From I can overcome

To I can’t keep going

I’ve pushed all I can push

And even tried towing

Where are the winter snows

Where are the winter snows
The blankets of pure white
The weather is too warm
The seas are gaining height

North Pole ice is shrinking
Hurricanes on the rise
The absence of winter
The hottest of Julys

Between the two ashes

Between the two ashes

We find hope, love, and hurt

Collect memories that

Disappear in the dirt

Between the dust to dust

We wriggle and riddle

It begins and then ends

And Life is the middle

I'm not a follower

I’m not a follower

The road may as well be

Outerspace where the only

One astronaut is me

I’m not an inventor

Creating with purpose

Though I mass produce large
Quantities and surplus

To have traveled this far

To have traveled this far

To find the bridge is out

The only thing crossing is

My loud and lonely shout

Must find another way

Who could have predicted

This hurdle, this delay

This detour inflicted

In all this randomness

In all this randomness

A cornucopia

Of planets with no sign

Of a utopia

In this vast endless space

Mainly silence and peace

And the darkness and light

That never seems to cease

Writing takes a shepherd

Writing takes a shepherd

There are always lost sheep

Stranded on a hill where

The incline is too steep

On the way to the page

Words and thoughts go astray

Gone missing from the flock

Must guide them on their way