You are a flame of fire,

Waiting to be extinguished.

You are the bright moon, 

Waiting to be accepted.

You are a lonely sheep,

Waiting for your flock.

You are a sneaky snake,

Waiting to pounce at prey.

You are a sharp knife,

Cutting the badness out of your life.

You are a lonely cow, 

Running to the field of dreams.

You are the Saturday  morning,

Opening it’s eyes and grinning.

You are a word,

Waiting to be written on a computer.

You are the past time,

Looking into the future.

You are a Wednesday morning.

You are a clock, 

Ticking,

Ticking for life.

You are the end.