The Ride

Time
Days … hours … minutes … seconds
How much time we know not
But with every breath our time lessens

With each increment
We grow through the days
Yearning to be loved
Searching for our own way

Sometimes it’s a spiral
Going nowhere fast
Until we can grab on to
Something that will last

It’s often bumpy
Struggling each time again
Like a lone grey horse
Running into the wind

We know the ride is worth the pain
The struggles and the strife
It’s what makes us who we are
In the long ride called life

Time
Days … hours … minutes … seconds
How much time we know not
Enjoy the ride we know death beckons

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