Inks of Heart

30

The sand drips down,
Through the narrow hole;
Mocking at the
Lack of time.

The tides come and go,
And the waves follow;
Reminding of the
Flowing time.

The time's dripping
Down and down,
And never returning
From my hands.

Here I stand.
Amidst the unknown,
Waiting for a road
To appear.

Alas! I'm unaware
Of the road's working;
I'm ignorant about
The path ahead of me.

Take a step forward,
And never look back;
You can't even,
So tick-tock the clock goes.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Anna