Translated…
A thin needle,
Searched through the pores, to find the originating point of the ache
Meeting up, at the mysterious acupressure point.
Slowly, chased away the ambushes
After you’d had enough of the numbing, bloating, inflaming sensations
The pains had finally, ceased
The clock on the walls
You too, contained those small needles
Tick-tock, tick-tock walking away endlessly
Could it be, that you’re also, searching for something as well?
In the oceans of human life
You’d passed through year after year, after year
Being in contact with all the temperatures of life
Bearing witness to the varied ups and downs of life as well
How come, you’re still just as precise?
And able to, stab people right where they hurt, in their hearts?
And so, this, would be someone’s nostalgia about how time can just keep on marching forward, endlessly, how time won’t even stop, for all of our wounded parts to heal back up properly, because time waits for NO one, you either get caught UP with it, or, you get, LEFT behind BY it!
Life, the Obstacle Course 