The Pendulum And The Swing
I am finally back home
after twenty years far away,
I open the wrecked door
and walk in with careful steps.
It looks like the grey ruins
of a small ancient castle,
conquered by the powerful time
and eight legged insects.
The new owners spread their webs
everywhere, too thick like silk,
they seem to be very hostile
for they trapped and ate, all visitors.
I make my way through their traps,
and now I am in the living room,
playful memories start to condense,
i can see my young-self in every corner..
Turning around quietly and slowly
rewinding my long life's tape,
but i stop at a very special memory,
my parents and I, my birthday,
they asked me to make a wish
before blowing the six candles,
I wished to grow old faster,
blew them , and all went dark.
The presents i got that day
were the thing that made it special,
an archaic pendulum clock and a tree swing,
i used to fly forward and backward
just like the clock's pendulum.
I look at the wall and through the window,
both standing still now - dead,
just like my parents, just memories.
Looking around, i see a dusty mirror,
it's reflection disturbed the memories flow,
a bald fat man staring at me,
he can't be that boy in my memory.
Many things changed and the mirror
successfully reflected all,
but one thing it can never show,
one thing didn't change- my soul.
I cry and make a desperate wish
to be young again for one day...
The wind blows and i dry my eyes,
i stare at the mirror in surprise,
my young-self is smiling at me,
i look at the clock, the pendulum is swinging,
i look through the window and run out in haste,
i know what i need, no time to waste- 24 hours left.
