Nostalgia

When time gallops like the horses on a meadow,
so beautiful, you wonder, yet frightening
when your hands are lubricants,
unable to grip and slow down time.

The beauty of time comes with order,
certainty knowing that you are part of the world
yet increasingly, time itself distances you from yourself

You begin to fail and question
what's there in life but void?
Nothing comes to a rest; time
knows nothing but to propel you to a ground
good or bad it forces you to make a choice.

Only when you find equilibrium
between your outer and inner self
the locks heavenly locked
and your spirit flows against time.

By then, you visit the past
physically absent but you know you're there
that's when you have found your inner soul
- nostalgia.