The oak table
on which rests
Slowly and hastily
as it flows
the sand in hourglass as it moves
watching in dismay
disappointedly as it flows
the good times rush away
as it moves
How long shall doomsday last?
the heart wails
the mind cries
and the head aches
gazing through the hourglass
Wish it could stop
pause; for me to breathe
a moment of rest
maybe to escape
on a hilltop
witnessing the breeze
kissing across the cheeks
as the sweetness reeks
just a moment please
On a beach
as the waves play
while the seagulls screech
swaying by the sea breeze
dilemma runs across
at times heart stops
a petition keeps filing
the victim or the perpetrator
who knows
it files as wishes,
not to be alone
aloofness kills
but how contrary
this aloofness has its own scheme
later the heart desires
to be on a hilltop
without no one around
to just feel the surround
don’t need anyone to tear the peace
just a moment please
on a busy street
people running to catch in spree
plug in the music on
sitting beside lane
watching the streets
maybe people looking
and praising their aloofness
What a pleasure
to control the hourglass
then the ego shall speak
it took a lot to reach
to sit by the beach
just a moment please
please reverse the hourglass on the streets
on the beach
on the hilltop
a moment of vacation
as the seagulls screech
a button of pause,
on a remote
could life be that remote ?