Transit
How does it feel to sit and watch it happen? Slowly, steadily, calmly, your life rolling out, like the scrolls of the ancient, the long mystery revealed. Yes, it isn't as dramatic as you thought, but it's more beautiful than you could think, this wisdom is yours to keep, sit in your chair, read it, live it, sing it. Once you were running away, moving so fast you couldn't see your feet, your shadow grew longer,following you like a sceptre, and you kicked and you shrieked It caught up and became you, but right now it's below your seat The evening lamp brings solitude, the night starry mist dreams, the years ahead will show you what you left behind for others, what you could have possibly been. It doesn't matter though, you're here, silent, sitting in your chair, sitting in between, watching yourself and your shadow, Day, Night, Night, Day, then, now, now, then Time collapsed into nothing, Eternity collected in a second.