If the mighty Kronos knows all and sees all
I would have had my existence refund paid long ago.
For all the days I have laid looking at the bedroom wall
And for all the naiveities I still hold and know,
Too many cornflakes can embitter the soul
Just like too much daytime TV can rot your brain
Everyday stuck in a banal, virtual hole
Of the daily afternoon post always returning the same.
Above it all, I am sloth, I am my worst enemy
I am eighty percent becoming of what I never wanted to be.
And time just... moves... so... slowly....
Twenty percent feels like that's all I'm ever going to be.
And yet, the world moves at the quickening
No time to find your Valhalla when the seas are fraught with doom
And your search becomes chaotic and most sickening
As your prided long boat is sinking; your great asset you once presumed.
To be idle, you are slain, but in this battle
Even the good ones find themselves on their knees
To miss the tide with waffling and prattle
Are not the right words for your bargaining pleas.
And all this, to put bricks to your house, fuel to your car
And get the very things you think you lack,
And now a month has passed, have I come this far?
Can I please have my five minutes back?
So tomorrow brings another lazy, work filled day
And if you don't take heed, you will be in danger of being late,
As the seconds of eternity are frittering away,
They keep up with frantically with Wall St. at an hourly rate.
Author notes
Been a long time since I have written a poem, just wanted to clear the cobwebs a bit on the creative side of my brain! Those who know me well can probably guess the main subject of it, despite it not being directly mentioned, but what I tried to convey here is that time can move slowly and quickly at the same time; a feeling that I have harboured recently.
Please tell me what you think
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I can relate. It is how I feel now at college... the world moves so fast, and sometimes it feels like it is taking me along with it, yet at other times I feel stationary and suspended in time... sometimes due to boredom even when there is so much to do.
Especially being that this poem helped "clear the cobwebs" this is wonderfully written! My favorite lines were these in the middle...
"And yet, the world moves at the quickening
No time to find your Valhalla when the seas are fraught with doom
And your search becomes chaotic and most sickening"
Beautiful rhyme to catch the reader's attention, and I loved your reference to Valhalla! I love these lines- fabulous!
It's good to see you writing again, you really do write beautifully!
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