The time is passing
First I watch the minutes go by
One by one, very slowly, in the beginning
Then they turn to hours
Hours become days, as they usually do
Faster and faster, like a river in the spring
getting loose from it's icy prison
I watch the time pass by
As I sit in a corner of my mind
Untouched
Now and then, past wounds ache
Past laughters tinkle, occasionally
Especially on nights like this
When now is just a dim shadow
Dragging it's heavy load of 'to-do's
Like a ghost drags it's chains behind
I start remembering
My mind, like the ocean waves,
Carries pieces from the sunken ships of the past
to the shores of my memory
I start remembering fragments of dialogs
Bits of old wishes and hopes
Images of faces and places
Which were buried beneath the algae piles
of my everyday concerns
I sit on the sands like a curious child
Pick them one by one, as if they were seashells
And listen to what they have to say
Some just whine and then fade
In the bright sun of today
Some cast longer shadows
Making me question my choices
But all of them belong to the shore I know
The sandy edge between dreams and reality
Even though I like to take a walk there
every once in a while
Deep inside I know
I don't really care about them anymore.
