Theres nothing left saving.

No one in waiting.

The surface calm.

The shore untouched.

Still waters undisturbed.

Something to see?

Just nature run its course.

A race to the end.

Many friends ahead. . .

Winning?

Does that make it better to be a loser?

But at least they are free.

This world’s absurdity

Won out

their clocks

Stopped.

And mine?

Still ticking,

But like time,

Always a bomb

Who knows when

I’ll fly off.