Time In A Bottle

Captivate

Isolated - meaningless sound

To those select few.

Lables and stereotypes crawl on the ground

Wasting their lives through.

 

Tucked away and seeled in tight

Lay our memories from that summer night.

Behind our glass bottle's cork, lay our hopes and dreams

All those years conceiled, blocked from all the schemes.

 

Maybe one day the world will learn

To cherish each moment as gold.

Maybe one day they'll take a turn

And repeat our words once told.

 

Some have said that time stands still

Others have said that time can kill.

But these are their choices

Their unset paths have become their soundless voices.

 

Petite and large footprints set in cement

Side by side they walk in synk.

Eventually straying - yet permanent

To this, we cheer - To this, we drink.

Author's Note

I wrote this during my 5th period Health class - isn't that funny [ sarcasm at its best ]

Reviews

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This is well written. I loved how it flowed like a song. I liked the third stanza the best. I think you worded very elegantly. Great piece!

[Brette Medb]

I loved the ending and the way the flow seemed to go right into it, making it whole in a way, summing up the piece perfectly. The idea of our dreams and hopes being protected like that was a nice touch. Great write,


Brette

[Krishna]

There is something very exquistite in this piece, well crafted to be sure, the modern ring to the piece does not take away from it's overal structure and beauty. Fine work indeed.