Waiting

The waiting game has started,
yet another cycle - yet another circle,
Yet another load of powder before the lead

The miles that were nothing at the beginning
are slowly adding up to the load,
and time has begun its toll...

And here I am, helpless spectator yet again.
To the game of mind over time
witt over reality.

Like like a worm on the hook, I'm watching the seconds fade away to the past,
knowledge of the impending heavy on my mind
hope of a new ending clinging to me heart.

What do we learn from the story unfolding
what do we do to change the course of things
How do we fight a retreating tide...
How do we learn from yesterday,
the lessons of tomorrow?

I have found myself the last one standing
too many a times to look forward
to be left behind picking up the pieces
Making do with a handful of unburnt powder.

Another cycle, another story, another day...