Steel knife

Seemingly still

(real life)

The world screams

fast as that last

moment passed

(ripples on a pond)

everlasting as if it’s already gone

bit by water droplet

on and on—

perhaps the past laps like flags at half mast

for the disheartened student—

he sees hour glassed

people of sand

who can’t understand,

can’t awaken—

walking around

way too secure and sound—

so sure and unshaken—

stuck to the snow globe ground