Words Of a Feather

Time is running out

I’m running out of time

Out of time, I am running

Running time is out

As I feel the hours of my days are finite

The days of chatter and laughter

The days of minuscule success and failure

The days outside and inside

But all that time has faded in the sands of…

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I come closer to graduation, to my escape

My freedom from the repetition of my life

I wonder what I can do to escape it

What can I do for one last day at the arcade

But time refuses to pause for anyone

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What will become of the past?

All the love and hatred in my heart is fading quickly as I may never see these people again

All the dedication to school, to music, to writing, to dancing, to swimming

All the endless time I wasted loving the world around me

Is slowly wandering away from me as I look ahead

Looking ahead as I get closer to my destination, appearing to be my demise

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What will become of my future?

I must leave the nest and fly on my own

I can go to college, but will I even be accepted?

Will I not go to college and get a job?

How will I earn the money?

Will I have to live in the nest forever?

How will I thrive in this economy, this society?

Will we still be together forever like we promised in grade school?

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Then, I came across Hourglass City

Hourglass City is a land of worry and woe

No one understands Hourglass City, but Hourglass City understands everyone

It knows what you are meant to do, or what you want to do

It won’t be pleasant for everyone, but that is the surprise

Your own prophecy has been edged in stone

As you walk across the desert of Hourglass City…

The land may never be conquered

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I look for answers, hoping for someone to be my guide

But no one will be there for me when I finally finish high school

I am all alone in the deserts of Hourglass City

Many promise it will be something of luxury and amazement, but I can’t see that path

I can’t see anything but the sand crunched between my toes

I can only imagine the horror of the future calling to me

Yet I can’t answer, for I don’t know what it will amount to

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I know I will keep growing and changing

Changing and growing

Developing new skills and strategies, but unable to do everything at once

I know the world won’t stop for me, so I run

I run and I run and

I run and I run and

I run and I run

Until I get to the end.

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The scariest thing about childhood is the cage

The scariest thing about adulthood is the cage’s absence