Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Times Dust Devil

Sometimes I think I have done about all I am going to do.  I am rehashing the same old thing day in and day out.  There are just a  few more of life's milestones left.  They will happen with or without me.  It is like I have nothing more to do.  Like I am waiting for the next bad thing to happen. 

It is sad to look back.  I see every company I worked for is gone.  Nothing mattered.  I was pushed along by the wind of time that scattered the bits of where I was and what I did into nothingness.  Almost everyone I have known are faces I see looking out the window on the train of time.  In a few moments, they are gone, left in the past and not seen again. 


I am being pushed along to the end of my track.  I don't see much up there.







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