Flayed Syntax

A curious slide increasingly becoming an unexpected fall
The start of the day triggered by a simple call
Loose lips blow loose leaves scattered about
Becoming the wind that pushes the sails of this ship we’re riding out
Guess it worked out after all.
Allegations become realizations
Realizations became confessions
The beginning missing yet no sight of the end
Until either or both hearts bend
And accept and push through the implications.
Sands in the hour glass trickle slowly
Bluntly reminding us of time left, calmly
Each grain a build up from within
Until we move past self imposed sins
One can only speculate, unfortunately.
Guess we’ll just have to wait and see
Until the day we’re free
Counting each rise and set of the sun
Time stops for no one
Neither should we.