Drowning in memories, the weight of them can pull you down at times. Running
Held to life with the many ropes of the Lilliputian,
Where the dogs no longer bark, and the clothes hang from the empty line.
Years of running forward leave one unprepared for the sudden stop that comes with impact.
Even when going off the unavoidable cliff your mind is still caught in disbelief.
Just as misery eats itself and multiplies,
Happiness is only sweet when shared an embrace that sets deep into the soul.
The reverse OZ,
Watching the color drain from the world around you,
Staining your eyes with too many unfinished yesterdays.
The minds puzzle of the abstract future,
To many dark alleys leading nowhere.
Solitude is the nectar not the insipid parade of faces shining with back glow of vapid thoughts,
The circus with no audience.
Strength is sapped carrying to many bags marked for other destinations as mock platitudes are swallowed like stones with each one laying the foundation for the next brick on your road to nowhere.
Forgotten dreams only come out during the day waiting like crouching tigers pouncing with the passing wisp of a fragrance or the hint of a melody from a well-loved song.
Arms cling to empty promises forged in the heat of passion that turn to dust as you inhale.
Days stack like wood with each one passing before it began,
Lost moments do not return you watch them as the cut deep lines into your face’s reflection.
Grasping at shadows that disappear in the noonday sun,
Fingers slip past uninterested hands each holding their own solitary funeral.
Days are not new they are built of the bones of the past and the promise of the new while always living in the unchanging present.
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