Poem 2.0

I feel like I'm on the edge, 
Knocking on greatness, 
Leaning toward destruction. 

Time will tell fate
How the dice should fall.
Time will tell whether
I weathered the storm at all.

I feel like I'm stuck...
In a daze, 
Lost in an endless haze
Floating on fog, 
If I'm even floating at all.

Time ticks, 
Then it sticks.
The hand struggles to the next minute, 
While the seconds race faster.
A paradox.
Rat races and dreams, 
Will this struggle be the end of me?

Tick, tock, 
Tick, tick, tock, 
Never-ending cycles
of never progressing lines. 

Cody LittauLife, PoemsComment