His thoughts crumbled down his head <br />releasing from his mouth <br />at times his words were witty <br />and articulated with a smooth confidence <br />but on this occasion they were uttered with humility <br />and in a sincere tone “what should I do? ' <br />Time has a habit and a sense of humor <br />to turn the strong into the weak and the weak into the strong <br />but in the end we have tasted them both <br />only question is which flavor will you favor through life? <br />On this day he was twenty-two years old <br />and the sands of time were pouring more accelerated <br />then they ever had throughout his past <br />technology was advancing just as his heart was <br />the only thing that stayed the same <br />was the mysteriousness of the future <br />Women, parties, and college all remained on his to do list <br />but something was missing like ancient sailors missed quiet waters <br />If his path was directed by a tour guide <br />surely he would be a myopic tour guide <br />swayed by misleading steps from the correct path <br />of course no tour guide existed and his off course road <br />was only due to his decisions and dilatory actions <br />In the desert of everyday living <br />he had a thirst for success that was bred <br />from his childhood days of family misfortune and poverty <br />nothing held him back like the nagging thoughts of fear and self doubt <br />which made him his own worst enemy among all the others<br /><br />Angelo Velasquez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-sands-of-time/
