Fleeting

She was beautiful.

Elegant.

She was, unwavering.

As I looked into her eyes,

I blinked.

And she was gone.

On my knees, I complained.

Lost without keys, I complained.

I complained about this and that.

I complained about everything that held me back.

I complained about everyday things.

I complained about not being my own king.

I complained,

and she ran.

Oh boy...

How she did run.

She ran into the morning sun.

Passed into the depths of the galaxies.

The universes beyond...

And all it's realities.

She never faltered.

She never stopped.

She only paid notion,

To the arm of the clock.

Though the clock did not dictate her movements...

For she ran!

She ran,

Faster than any human ever could...

She ran.

She ran for good.

Preordained,

We call her life...

She didn't care about pain,

She didn't care about strife.

Nor was it happiness.

That drove her through,

day

and

night.

She continuously ran without fame,

And on my knees...

I complained.

No longer will I complain,

For it’s high time I resumed my reign.

For on my knees,

I won't witness my becoming.

For she leaves those who fall.

For she is running.