Time Prevails

He reached with fists
into the sands of time
only to find himself vacant

torn were his ragged shoes
moving slowly dragging in a
in a melodic rhythm with
yesterday's traffic still heard

he looked closely to make sense
had this day been more indifferent?
would his questions be answered?
he sat drooling and dazed alone

A question had fallen from his lips
chasing down an aging stairway
down down around cement squares
imbedded in the cracked sidewalk

where would they lead this day
with hope he ran into a dark alley
held with a stench of molding mums
still in a battle with an army of slugs

hell bent they seemed to clash with
different shades of ooze none minded
had all gone mad was a definition allowed?
short an intermezzo flails in a daydream

strained were memories a vision defined
with imperfect plans he reaches desparately
only to find torn curtains hanging frayed
colors faded with his dreams once held

dusty trinkets lined on a shelf remnants
of who he was laid solemn in a perfect
adornment as a tv flickers in the eye of
a hanging mirror it would reveal the way

so off again forward to wondrous new days
to again find his will and to buy some new shoes
sperned was the arrogance that led him astray
to the new sands of time his life will now sail