Shaky hands and shaky legs
A constant impulse, a cause and effect.
A conditioned habit, a savored indulgence.
A fist never raised, a nail skin deep.
Racing minds and racing hearts.
A constant thinking, a deafening silence.
A planned future, a greedy present.
A goal never met, a promise unkept.
Shaky hands and shaky legs,
Hate and pleasure, such similar ends.

I am happy now, but I won’t be later,
My smile, a vow, to be ripped like paper.
My thoughts will grace, a mere moment in space,
quickly displaced, then temporarily re-placed.

My memory is vast, but it soon will stall,
A life, a past, I’ll no longer recall.
My mind will grow, til today is ago,
Leaving only a shadow, of what will be tomorrow.

I can dance tonight, but will stumble in time,
My bones, my might, a brittle design.
My body will sway, up until it lay,
To stay and decay, up until one day.

When seen from afar,
the painting looks complete.
Colors all neat,
the disposition - sweet.

But beware the greedy eye,
No more than canvas will it find.
To nothing - resigned,
The illusion now left behind.