Never Rushes On

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.