Didn't want it to end but the end arrives tomorrow
A struggle with empty words and encroaching darkness
A triad lessened by two
Residual images rotate between mystic and dizzy
Long ago we chose differing paths
Made agreements with life .... or death
(Depends on one's outlook)
Sought our revival in the open sky
Not realizing the consequences
Eventually accepting our demise
All in yesterday's remote eyes
Forever once seemed plausable
But often empty promises interceded
Leaving little margin for the unexpected improvisation and opprotunities for improprities
We observed the fall in silence
Gazed on in dis-belief with our generic brand of arrogance
Wandering off in varying directions
Following visions determined a near lifetime ago
Altered and amended along the way
March, 2016
I don't know. It's all extremely murky these days. Having something to do with childhood friends going seprate ways upon entering adulthood. How sometimes your great plans don't always work out and you're left standing there alone in that moment. Also possibly a little to do with that initial realization that time is passing by too quickly.
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