Pendulum

Pendulum

Time swings by, as a new strand of my hair turns into silver. A constant reminder that my days on this world.. is finite. What was once jet black hair now slowly, one by one turning into white. I’m growing older, something I’ve always felt… No longer do I feel young and invincible. Soon enough, my body will self deteriorate as I age.

This is not all that I fear, I fear the future. Will I ever amount to anything worth while? Will I finally achieve my dreams? It feels like I’m running out of time and soon enough I’ll fade into oblivion, absorbed by earth.

A dance with death, where every step I take, death takes two. Mocking me, reminding me. Whispering in my sleep that we all will die, telling me even death itself will fall in time.