Here you are again!
You kept leaving me behind
on a journey
where your echo
keeps romancing
my bare walls
as they become
older and more exposed.
Lonelier than a soft
drop of a tear
in an ocean of laughter,
and grey cheeks aloft
leaving a mind to ponder.
Thoughts rhyme like a melody
which rises to
pair excitement with a fantasy
disappointment with reality
despair with futility.
Silent emotional distress
conveniently absent,
to learn how to fly
and how not to regress,
to seek the ultimate redemption
and loose the path of retention.
Your colorful make-up
is louder than reason
crispier than a loaf of bread
fainter than wisdom.
Ready to answer your call
and promise you a home
at this empty shelter
long abandoned
and long forgotten.
A thought I can longer keep away
from my mind
as I yawn in total distraction
from a present I did not chart
and a future I can only imagine with
nostalgic yearning,
as old age unfolds its saggy lining.
For happiness and wisdom!
A prayer to lift
the burden of a helpless thought
and the agony of achieving
what I sought
as I race to get there
I realize it was not the goal.
A past wrapped around
our wrinkled minds
and all the years we spent
trying to be the chosen humanoids
who often create nonsense
and destroy life's essence.
As waves continue to slam against
our frail nostalgic walls
Minds continue to erode silently.
We keep thinking not knowing
that everything changes
just as our wrinkles
continue to become obvious.
We still hoped that someday
when we’d return to our senses
when we'd return home
that every smile is frozen in time
as we left it.
Every thought is spared from,
being a single tear in a sea
of hysterical maddness.
My mind tells me not to
revisit those alienating thoughts again
for they remind me of good times past
and I have no desire to reflect
back on them,
It hurts to just get olded.
As I hold this thought in my mind
and wonder,
if there are times
when I don’t connect
with the reality of wisdom.
My consolation, in vain,
I am not the only one.
Sure I have began
to discover the agony
of a distant thought,
Sure I have yet to learn
how to connect with
the idea of growing older
or dying younger.
I simply have not tried
to reflect on
what it is like
to be frail
and somewhat old
