• Her teeth, the Past bares
    As she mocks and strains,
    Struggles against adamant chains.
    The Future is nowhere to be seen.
    Because you can now see
    That it was not to be;
    It doesn’t exist.
    And the terrible Now
    Stands over your broken frame,
    With a thread and a sword in fist:
    And as each gossamer breaks,
    And the blade its bounty takes,
    You breathe.
    In.
    And out.
    You breast
    Up,
    And down.
    Because it is in this moment
    You think you may now know
    Just the price you pay to grow
    And just where your foundations are laid
    In the moment you knew
    You were first afraid.