A clock’s tick, my life drip – I watch the ebbing tide.
See the day pass away, each dark or brightened hour.
Smell the flower, test the water, eat forbidden fruit.
Try your hand, strike the band, dream of far away.
Make failure your friend, your will to bend, greet it on your knee.
Or head held high, you lie and lie, and pray for a better end.
© seekingsearchingmeaning (aka Hermionejh) and Life On Earth’s Blog, 2010 – infinity.