The Hand

Watched the minute hand make full,
Twenty rounds of sixty.
Touching every inch of space.
Of time's serene, patient, unbiased face.
Sixty beats a minute!
Sixty minutes and hour.
Twenty four full, unwavering hours a day.
Thoughts travel much faster.
Thoughts do not stroll, instead they bicker.
Racing against the hand's every hypnotic beat.
Bounced off every angle. Frazzled, mangled.
The eye blinked.
The spell imploded, broken.
How impossibly fleeting, yet-
Traces and marks?
Left at every single minute (tiny) tick.
Tick, tock.
Watch the clock, mock.

-Nas's

It'll be nice if I can have...

1. A kinder, tender and more tolerant disposition
2. To be spiritually stronger and to have unwavering believe in Him
3. To be more demanding of self- just friggin' strive for MORE, you imbecile! There's ALWAYS MORE! Don't be too easily satisfied.
4. Longer eyelashes, can?
   

Never thought she'd really get here. With each passing year, I'm supposed to get wiser. But yet I find myself accomplishing less and less. Makes me wanna slap myself.

Looks like I'll be wide awake tonight, watching the past 18 years rewind, replay and pause in my psychedellic mind.