you’ve become aware that what would have made you great always had to wait all your dreams had been consumed by those you believed you loved time has not waited for you
it does not lurk in darkness nor wander in forest groves but does devour without regret all that it desires and if you peer down your street you will not see it but if you pass a mirror
have you found
your
dried tears
or
have they been
caught up
in the winds
of
time
circling
above
your tomorrows
but
falling
today
to blind you
like
an ocean fog
to
where
you are
or
could be
Read Between the Minds 