Nihilist

The water moves in the fish tank

With the waves of a surrounding sea

The lights are unable to expose the blue

Hidden in the black

And as life exists

The great wrath of time runs down my glass

Like a droplet of water under ice

Finding the surface it will melt against

To cease its purpose

Another movement, another second

There are no clocks in this room

But the one in my head

Always reminds me

We're running out

Every warm, soft breath I make

Time chokes from under me

As if I were floating in a cavity

A place without purpose

I cannot cease time as it does to life

For one decision

Like a branch on a tree

Can spread into others

Blossoming into what makes life so special

Those rare, cherished moments

Brought by hundreds of vigilant decisions

And the wink from a shooting star