Idle Thoughts

How difficult it is to sit in the silence of your thoughts-
With time loudly echoing every memory that its wrought.
I can't believe the things I've started,
Nor the things I've stopped.

Life is a river ever flowing to the end;
Never knowing what awaits us, just around the bend;
Standing within eternity that you cannot
Comprehend.

I am made of breaking bones and flesh that's begun to rot.
Scars seem to have piled from every fight I've ever fought.
My body is soaked with sweat as cold as my
Blood is hot.

Ancient wisdom sits waiting with a red light at
The end of the line;
Dangling on a string suspended in time.
Why does it wait for me and why is it mine?