One Day Passed

One day passed, 24 hours gone by

Two days passed, two nights both the same

Three days passed, each one shorter than the last

Four days passed, slipping by while waiting for something to change

Five days passed, sat aimlessly hoping, sitting wanting more

Six days passed, the sun and the moon in a break neck dance

Seven days passed, down a calendar line, a new number lays

Eight days passed, sleeplessly resting my eyes

Nine days passed, staring into a screen

Ten days passed, logos and buttons burned into my retina 

Eleven days passed, desiring change, never acting to make it

Twelve days passed, wondering when I'll be saved

Thirteen days passed, waiting for all to end

Fourteen days passed, finally catching a break from the routine

Fifteen days passed, beginning to work down the tunnel

Sixteen days passed, a wrench thrown in the trail

Seventeen days passed, starting all over once again

Eighteen days passed, wallowing in hopelessness

Nineteen days passed, building the courage to change

Twenty days passed, braving the path to improvement 

Twenty One days passed, getting cold feet on the way

Twenty Two days passed, debating return to the cave

Twenty Three days passed, looking back to safety but not to comfort

Twenty Four days passed, making a final choice

Twenty Five days passed, forcing my feet to move

Twenty Six days passed, travelling through the tribulation of self

Twenty Seven days passed, believing that something may change

Twenty Eight days passed, fearing that nothing will change

Twenty Nine days passed, passing, past, past the point of no return

Thirty days passed, too soon they were gone

Time slipping by, straight through my hands, wishing it would do all but freeze. Stop in place, allow me to wait. Take the moment to exist without pressure.

A deadline of my own, creeping with each cycle of sun, encroaching, approaching, ready to strike as the nights go on.

Sitting as a bystander in my own head, banging on the walls to make a change. Ripple through the standstill sea that I hid beneath. A feigned serenity I wish for release from within.

Helplessly floating inside myself, wondering when the dam will break. Releasing the fluid of which I soak, onto the ground for which it will return.

Waiting for the day the bell strikes my soul. Snatching it from the pool of life.

Hours, days, months, years, all shooting by as I can do nothing but watch. 

Desperate to make a change, yet ignorant to the change that is needed.

Whatever is done to slow down the clock, only serves to help it wind back up.

Failing to realize the gondola will swing no matter the pull from each side.

Wandering back and forth from past to future, debating on where to reside.

Sit and pace inside the times that shall never resurface, sunken to the ocean floor and tangled within the kelp and sands of time. Making the coral that decorates my life.

Or skip across the top like a rock, shooting for the times I may look forward to experiencing, while serving to quicken the trip to reaching the end of the line.