Slaves to Time

Tick tock, Tick tock
The ever-booming, miniscule sound
     cannot help but remind us
     that time is fleeting
We are not as in control as we think
We are slaves
     Slaves to the never-ending power of time
     that still seems to
     slip through our fingers
Why does it take a tragedy to remind us how
     fragile life is?
How precious?
There is no telling when our time is up
No assurance that we have forever
All we can do is make
     everyday count
Smile. Give. Love. Be.
Dream as big as the world
Reach towards other constellations
     Smile to those who aren't acknowledged
     Give your time and talent to someone every day
     Love the people who make your life better
     Be the person who you want to be
Time doesn't care
But you can.

Crash and Burn

You look at me,

You say those words,

You smile at me,

I gaze back so pathetically.

Here I am, back where I started:

Heart beating fast

Breathing short

And those butterflies in my stomach?

Oh, they’re there, too.

I’ve gone through this before,

Only to crash and burn

In the end.

How’s a girl to know –

How am I to know –

When I won’t be burned again?

Is it the start of a new story,

Or is my movie reel on instant replay?

All we do is talk,

You’re like my drug—

Addictive, thrilling, and scary.

I can’t go a day without my fix.

It’s never been like this before,

But I can’t help but wonder if it’s just a mirage

Am I yet again grasping at straws that were never mine?

I’ve gone through this before,

Only to crash and burn

In the end.

How’s a girl to know –

How am I to know –

When I won’t be burned again?

Is it the start of a new story?

Or is my movie reel on instant replay?

All I can do is trust

That maybe this time it won’t hurt

That maybe this time it’s meant to be.

There was a reason I met you,

That I know for sure.

But I hope it’s not just me.

I’m here,

Waiting,

I’ve spent my whole life searching,

And I’m only hoping you’ve found it in me, too.

Here I am, back where I started:

Heart beating fast

Breathing short

And those butterflies in my stomach?

Oh, they’re there, too.

I’ve gone through this before,

Only to crash and burn

In the end.

How’s a girl to know –

How am I to know –

When I won’t be burned again?

Is it the start of a new story?

Or is my movie reel on instant replay?

It can’t be, it can’t be…

Okay, so I wrote this a long time ago, back in October.  Right after I thought something would turn out wonderful.  But... not so much, as I found out.  Maybe it's again applicable.