Stop...

And go back, to the moment where time wound forward.
Where fallen leaves return to trees and my broken mind becomes mended.

Go back...

To the days where fear would cower and invincibility possessed the throne of thought
Where youth prevailed.

Rewind...
To the time where the dependence of three legs buckles under the independence of two
Where first words formed replace last words spoken.


Come back...
To the world where leaves have fallen,
Where color has taken its own and has bled into grey.
where youth has betrayed us and old age has greeted.
To the days where the purpose of bone has been replaced by the stability of wood.

The monitor has changed its tempo...
I lay here as breath begins to fade and memories of lost faces gather.
I stop for the last time
To imagine a world where the reality of growing old surrenders to the dream of growing young...