steve a. manolis poet

Reflections

 

in our weakest moments we find out strength

and in our strength we find our weakness.

 

time never matters, as the past is done

and our future sits in a waiting room

our patience wears thin, wanting tomorrows, forgetting todays

 

the world reflects the truth,

the sad beauty defines us

and where we go is decided in this moment

 

yesterday has no bearing anymore

we have caused enough

to live in the effects of this second,

 

and these words become empty vessels

one might as well speak in tongues

our sanity surely depends one it