I am encompassing the period <br />towards the tail and head <br />of time, in circle <br />what's the difference? <br />pacing back and forth, <br />back and forth... <br />amalgamating the tenses <br />except for the now. <br />I am floating <br />weightless on the present <br />anchored in the past and future <br />to the what ifs and If only I could... <br /> <br />life, exciting at times but <br />my enthusiasm evaporates <br />as fast as the mist <br />in this highly elevated prairie <br />filled with thin air <br />that absorbs the blood <br />through the fissures of my skin <br /> <br />restless and listless <br />loathing the intertwined nerves <br />that you've wished it's pierced, <br />to dissipate <br />into the vast space of certainty <br />hours, days and years of wasted time <br />pondering... <br />yet lost!<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wasted-in-time/
