It’s easier to sleep the nightmare away,
Than to brace the day.
It’s harder to look foward,
Than it is to glance back,
Hoping that precious sun is rising,
Knowing that it’s setting.
Stuck in the void of the present,
No where to go but forward.
This ball and chain effect affects his stride,
Limiting him to a weak limp.
Let’s pray that it breaks quickly,
so the distance travelled is not hindered by what can’t be changed.
And that the cloudy sky affects not his clouded mind.
For fear of rain on his face turns to rain from his eyes.
Time is as much the foe as is the ally,
Taking as much as it gives.