That is the time
The time left
Time left for me to share this
To confess of my advanced dishonesty

I had such a hard day
I hope you didn't
Long day at work
Long face at home

Apologies to the girl waiting for me
I may not be sharing my office activities
You wouldn't like it
I wouldn't burden you with sad stories

We will talk about your day
Hope it's a lot better than mine
That should work!
I can vicariously reboot today through you.

Cares only about own thoughts
Listens to none but the voice in own head
Wants truth but prefers not to handle it
Considers everything that benefits own self

Views are indestructible
Crushes each conversation to dodge loss
Expects honesty for the value of control
Desires good changes - would one know what good is?

Says goodbye to the most adored virtue
Every now and then, respect is often lost
The other half's sadness is irrelevant
Own anger is king

Perspectives  shape-shift
Silence is the friend
Absence is the lover
Ignorance is sanctuary

Old memories show perfection
Looking back, it's quite splendid
Reminiscing is heavens
Wave to such beauty with tears - as it is nothing but **different now

Walk with me
Set your eyes away
Away from me
Away from my face
Our hands may touch
Holding is unnecessary
Appealing souls swarm
Walking past us, by us, with us
They may be off to work
They may be off to home
Some may be at peace
Some may be in darkness
More others of them are part of me or you
Few others, we do love
With shame, few others, we do hate
Maybe someday one of these souls is for you
Maybe one day one of them is for me
Albeit perhaps none of them actually are
They may just be passers-by
Like I to them
Like you to them
Look at them
Appreciate them
They are not enemies
Or reasons for us to be such
I do not intend to push you away
Neither do I plan on giving myself to any of them intently
But they are here
You or I will never have the right
The right to forcefully control the souls around us
The past, the present and the future
These timelines should not be thought of oh so thoroughly
Souls in them may or may not matter
Should we choose among the souls involved in them?
I or you are not the creator or the master of time
So here I am with my plea:
You were not my past
You are my present
I want you to be my future
Yesterday, today, or tomorrow, the souls will be factors
But right now, you are my soulmate

You are my *****
With a mind so sharp to recall my promises
Gentle words to dig into my deepest emotions
Cutting my earth as you move away

Like its handle's length, your patience is an assurance
To teach me and shape me with your metallic perseverance
You are the blade that sculpts me
You are my *******

Lock your angers away
Toss the loneliness, too
I cannot care if you're afraid
Freedom is for me and you

Your faults or mine are now irrelevant

Descendants of yesterday
Come forth and resurrect
Diseases of the now
Step back and be hidden

Peace is a luxury

I am confident
You got it right, I am confident
We were always told
Told what to do
What to say, what to eat, what to drink
Hell, I was even told how to do them!

Again, you are right
We did not get all that we wanted
You were even told to stay put at times -- most times
Don't do this -- don't do that
You and I heard them quite often
Such painful chests, we did have

Yes, I remember
There were moments, I daydreamed
Told myself, grow fast -- be old
Good lord, you probably even said, be better than them
I know -- I said it, too

Now, what?
What's with the long face looking back?
Is it sadness for reliving those moments?
Naaahhh -- I know that look -- that feeling
Funny, right?
Funny that it actually isn't funny that our wishes came true
Why would it be?

We had great lives -- you and I, all of us
'Course we did!
We now wish we could be told how to fix things
At times, we even wish harder we could have somebody do everything for us
You've always been correct all the way
Certainly, we were ungrateful