struggle

as time goes through, it's vicious ways
on and on, spins around for days
when does it stop why do we bother
where is the peace, and the valour

the endless nights, and fearful dreams
the things between, that tend to cease
when it's time it's time, and not till then
an impatient man, can't wait till then

with two side's grace, yet both without honour
who does come first, or maybe neither
to think aloud and not to choke
yet see things coming, no time to cloak

now at an end, we all must see
it will be done, not gracefully
so here we are, once again
with lovers torment, and the world that does spin

written by: ashley smith

5.12.2010