Time is the Fire in Which We Burn

A poem for the lambs

Time is the Fire in Which We Burn

 

The ticking of the clock

Watch master, tyrant,

constant reminder,

corrosive music.

 

The avarice of hope

the sublime feeling of dreams

pink clouds for days sometimes

then tick tock, tick tock.

 

From the time we believe

to do good for goodness sake

goals and projections supplanted

then tick tock, tick.

 

To finish the game

to hold the line of conformity

education, marriage, children

then tick tock, tick tock.

 

The setup is pavlovian

lambs to the slaughter

under the lash of the time setter

flames lick my brain.

 

How much is lost today

cliché’s rule the world

shallow, meaningless

if you really think about them.

 

Run,

gasp,

on the wheel,

look right,

look left,

look behind!

 

It's not hard to understand

that some prefer darkness

to the hot, unending light

of time.

Reviews

[junaid altaf]

well this thing time it really confuses me and what it actually is .............. well it will remain a mystery.......... but the way u have portrayed it is acceptable.........