So far to go, so little time
 

Where did all the time go,
The time left is so little, but there is so far to go.

Its burnt bridges and broken ties galore
There is no time to mend them anymore

The face in the mirror looks old and worn
Wrinkles of memories of loved ones long gone

Time is a sweet devil with no horns
There are things to be done before I am gone

Knowing well where all this will go
The time left is so little, but there is so far to go.

Cool poem. :)

"Time is a sweet devil with no horns"

Anicca is one of the Three Marks of Existence of Buddhism, if that's your thing. No? :P

Anyways, thanks for sharing.

When bondage disappears, so does space time ~
Within dreams, on ladder of love we climb

The pathway to real freedom lies in the attainment of complete independence.

The lives of every living thing are like beach mandalas. We work so hard to build them into something that makes us happy and complete. Many of us even try to incorporate the happiness of others into our design. Yet for all of us the evening does come and with it the tide that washes us away and leaves not a trace but the memory, evaporating like the morning dew at the caress of the sun's impartial light... That in itself could be considered art for art's sake. And it is highly spiritual, whatever that means.