A Futile Offering

Lying on top of the world,

The sea bows down to my feet,

The sun kisses my face passionately,

I close my eyes and wish for a cloud to give me cover,

A shadow covers my face,

The vulture of time sits on my chest,

Eating my face slowly,

Feasting on my flesh and eyes,

I can't move,

Or scream,

I am lying there still,

Offering myself,

As a futile offering to the gods

Define!

We should not define our friends, family and foes by their worst

Now!

In the wind of time.

Surfing like a wave,

I am calling myself,

From the distant future,

Hello,

Don't stop now,

I am waiting for you,

In a place, where time and space do not exist,

Now is happening,

Yesterday, today and tomorrow.