Sandglass (or So I Think)

Now all my life swelling together,

Waiting for the perfect moment to just condense in its immensity and explode.

I can feel the air of the tides of change coming; this time I know they're coming.

It will be yet another rebirth, another life displaced into foreign lands for me to explore with nostalgia and wonder.

Fly away from the cage I'll try to escape, into a much bigger one, or so I think...

Time slips through my fingers like sand; I know the past will be something I never knew I had.

The future will become reality and present, and the cycle will repeat until my final breath.

There's going to be so many goodbyes, so many tears when the moment of joy finally arrives, because we fear what's already changing and done.

Graduation, contemplation.

So many things I did and didn't do, so much I have yet to do.

Clouds swelling with rain and I fear losing the sun.

It comes bright and out again, and I grow afraid of the next disaster to strike.

I think I'm still tasting the bites of the fruits of life and knowledge.

In feeling lost I just try to feel.

To ground myself in my own thoughts, in my roots and atmosphere as a plant does with sunlight.

This here is not a dark night with the full moon and stars, turned a cloud-decorated blue bright sunny day with the crack of dawn.

As the change comes, I know I can only enjoy what I have left and let myself cry later on.

As the sands of time continue to slip, I see myself as a sun on the horizon, not knowing if I'm conducting a sunset or sunrise.

But still, challenging fear and joy to step forward and find out...

- DOG DAYS ARE OVER