the times we see
my time is narrow
dancing with danger
and facing shadows.
A demon awaits in silence
to demand the unknowns
and unleash the newborns
as they spread and mutate.
I can't describe it's nature
or where it comes from
but,
it flows as the dam clears.
And all nature seems beautifully free
-all things common and familiar
The "no" is aware and stubborn at best!
clinching onto the repetitive past,
missing the moments time has to offer.
I wonder at most
before the dead of night
just who will last
and who will play best,
who will rise up
and who will play at rest.
