Sometimes I wonder what it is
I saw in those forgotten days.
What beauty was that caught my eye,
bewitched as I must have been.
The beauty fades in the reflection,
the image seems so different now.
No longer in the heart of such
illusion that once captivated.
Oh, to be able to glance upon
what passed before me as it was
when wrapped so tight
in shades of what awaited me,
that which disappeared so soon,
lost in the moment’s passing
and the vision cleared so soon.
Anyone else remember when
everything felt like it mattered?
It all was so important, so urgent,
so full of meaning and emotion
Each day, each moment was something worth experiencing,
all roads leading to something bright and beautiful.
What happened, then?
When did the clouds roll in forever?
Why did it all just fade away?
Where do these twists and turns carry us
if not into the bright beyond?
Where did sensation leave us
so dull and grey and empty?
We tried to seize the day so hard
we squeezed out all we could,
and here we are caught up in nothing
but vapid, wasted dreams
of the void we stumbled into
I’ve almost fogotten what it feels like to care
all the effort and energy it takes to accomplish nothing
but shattered dreams and broken hearts
that deflating sense of abject failure creeping up on you
even when the signs are such to see it coming from miles away s
tripping you of everything you put into something new
and leaving you for dead
right where you started to claw your way out of
so why bother?
Let that self-destructive desire to try again just pass you by
and learn to enjoy that hole you fell into
when you succumbed the last time