Time's wild horse. Plodding through the fatigue of the everyday. Resigned to fate. Moving blindly.
Time's tiger. Approaching desire. Unrelenting. Poised dangerously. Charging like wind and fire.
Time's string of bells. Ringing through success and failure. Some folks are complacent. Others laugh through their ordeals. Still others hold their tongue.
There is yet light.
Today. It cuts obliquely through the dust of day and night.
Tomorrow. Someday we may understand love and mercy. In freedom and in awe.
Memories engraved in the heart.
Each experience is singular, unique.
Each seems like a new generation. Worn and weary from the journey
