Hourglass Poetry

I'm sure many of us are torn between doing the soul's journey we were put on this earth to do, and living the life that society insists that we live. You know the one with the practical job and the time clock and the church on Sunday and the children's immunizations and the 1000's of other minutia that suck up our life, our time, and our energy? The rat race. The merry-go-round.

That is what inspired today's poem.

Hourglass

Sometimes I feel each grain of sand flowing through the hourglass

As sharp as a razor on my skin

My life trickling away

As I waste time fitting in and fulfilling the status quo

I was teasing a friend

Saying we were going to start a group for hipsters over 50

She looked at me dead serious

And said 'a hipster would never admit to being a hipster'

And I laughed because that's what the quiz said a hipster would say

...

Other times the sand is rushing through the hourglass unnoticed

And I can't remember what day it is or even what week it is

Did Christmas already pass by? Did the winter solstice? Did I miss a Sabbat?

Will I be homeless again soon?

I really should have taken better care of the mundane details

Will life all boil down to me dying of some curable disease

Just because I didn't have health insurance?

Could be. Could be.