Glass River

Is there anything in life more fragile than time?

I
Time is like a
 River of glass — It shatters and 
  Breaks on impact.

Take me some place where the
 Hills decompose where
  The earth cracks —

Take me to a blissful universe with
 Clouds dissolving and sky particles flying
  Around in the clean air.
II
Dystopic is our inclination 
 Our neurotic and unrelenting expectation 
  That thoughts should reveal purpose and meaning.

III
Take me to:
An idle land for I am a distracted man—
 Stranded on foreign shores and;
  Beaten by familiar chores.

IV
Aspirations in vain stain on lost time —
 Bringing eternal melancholy;
  A dissonant melody — all too real.

Our world of Nightmares and Dreams 
 Reveal their hidden meanings;
  Once we shelter ourselves from the horrors,
   Of our minds —

Once the glassriver of time
 Brings about our demise —
  You cannot run;
   You cannot hide.