Trying to gaze through
A monotonic haze,
Hypnotized and lost,
Every turn in the maze leads to the unknown.
Sometimes it’s brilliant,
More often it’s strange,
Unfamiliar,
No clue what’s ahead.
The question of what comes next
Runs down the spine,
I feel its breath
Right behind the neck.
It is staring,
Glaring,
Ominous, uncaring,
Rhythmic swimming takes me with it,
Lethargic drifting,
Uneasy,
Spiraling down
Around
The face of a clock.
Time like a fog,
Ticking thickens, talks,
Never stops,
But never rushes on.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Steadily pacing,
The future floats beyond.