Preserved in amber, Caught in a daze, My life flew by as I watch it wane away.
The seeds that were not planted And the connections not made, But it all seems to not matter, As it was only a phase.
So when all is done and the flowers have come, I will still be entrenched here, pools of ember ajar, caught in a daze, waiting for the day that I wither away.
For l am a paradigm,
Beautifully preserved in time.
-Tyra B Williams