harder / softer


walk a lonely mile

obscured by clouds

and the brain-fuzz of

the work-a-day lifestyle

slowly destroying

my impulses are



there were times

when the future seemed

so far away I felt

I couldn’t cope

these days

it’s a little different

the future’s merely

an unknown quantity

time slows down

mired in the present

i struggle to feel useful

rather than convenient

i feel time

flowing through me

vanishing quickly

wanted but wasted