A Story of 30 Years, Seconds, and Minutes

A Story of 30 Years, Seconds, and Minutes

Takes roughly 30 years to grow a man well raised
Toughen the skin, a machine with feelings maimed

Depleted wanderlust justify him to say "seen it all"
Bright eyes tainted, stapled to some backstage wall

Hither arrive segments that loom on the leering path
Hazy thoughts set the stage, cliché nihilistic wrath

Toiling to fill the mind with some meaningful belief
Against dark clothed as light, which hints of relief



Life takes 30 seconds to kill such a plain man
Tie the knot, to fear much the inevitable pain

Already set the stool - the null of void lurking
Staring back at you, whispering the doubt within

Mood like some grinning jester of grim mockery
The guts, hah, got enough for the joust bloody?

Still cannot deny matters worth such mortal bother
Please sleep now then think it all over altogether



Sheets and blankets in bed end this tale, and sun of a waking morning
Little red riding hood traveled safely this haunted half-hour pathing
Though anxiety dwells not in that the wolf hunts for prey every night 
For it is deadly to cross paths even once, which eventually one might

(TDL; June 2016)