See the clock ticking the hours of life away, slowly but surely, every single day
While the over zealous burn out on ambition in ever hasty frustration
While the lazy get devoured by apathy, and the greedy by their own audacity
While the needy get needier and scrape by on handouts, trying hard to eke out a living in the shelters and the lookouts
The precious moments of clarity fade in time as charity inevitably always does, have no doubts
While the tired artists render another jaded rendition
While faces become blurred, etched with lines from the pummeling of modern life, from the troubles and the strife...manifestation!
Where life in the fast lane gets faster and faster and spins out of control, and crashes down
Where the slow get knocked off their course and roll into oblivion, from hence comes liberation!?
Ms Maple's thought-train stays set in motion
whilst trying to bring perspective into the rat race, and to encourage the desensitized to express some emotion
To pump up the anesthetized with some inspiration
To coax the invisible people from out of the shadows and to be seen, to help those with no voice to be heard, and to help the blind with vision, to bring back the needles and pins of sensation!
Time ticks up and tocks down down down...and around...! and like the journey becomes full circle
While Ms Maple sits behind her typewriter, writing her stories...quirky lady writer.!!
The clock slowly but surely ticks the hours away
every single day, see the pendulum sway...