Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope I wrote this in 5 minutes of history class last year for a writing thingy.

Life is a creep

Snail’s pace

Everything up close,

What it really is.

Time walks step in step,

But its tempo determined

By the master

So we walk

Heart in heart

Not hand in hand

What time we waste

For those we love

All things go, all things go

I don’t mind, we’ll rest easy justified

A fork in the road

Is no fork at all, my true blue friend.

The only difference I see in you now,

Is that you are the same as yesterday.

Taking the world by storm, but only on weekends,

Holiday hours, and fool’s time.

In between we live someone else’s life.

Life, simple elegance, extended haiku

A film, projected for all to see

A Horror? A Drama? A Comedy?

All share a script, but to each his own producer

On the same stage, but for a different play.

In Intermissions,

Then we are alive

To see a friend

Embrace this thing called life

No greater gift, no greater burden.

No longer does he exist on paper,

A poorly drawn cartoon, hastily colored in.

Turmoil is the center, felled barrier,

Of the Peace of a life recovered…discovered…uncovered.