camera

and now one picture lay taken, done
while another is still waiting to be shot
the film lay like a virgin, untouched by light
unvalued the time will soon be gone

grass waves in the wind, now left behind
the present spinning under the tires
the dark unscathed horizon far ahead
as miles pass beneath, time will never rewind



I sit here in the room. things packed all around me in dissay. friendships just begun, now ended. the lay unknown. the tunnel still dark. light faintly twinkles at the end like a piece of clitter shining in the sun. some things have been finished, other just begun, and still there is more to come. life is waiting for me to live it; the journal awaits my writings. yet, the clock still spins in the same direction, passed the same numbers, over and over again. pictures untaken, life not experienced, its time to start living. goodbye