Empty roads and hearts of stone, show the leaves left unturned. The blank canvas yearning for colours left waiting endlessly on the easel. The tides that once were high in spirit, now lay flat on the shores of the land.
Woodland gardens, in their clunky brown depth Of wet, powdered strings soiled in sap The raw scent of shapeless red clay lost and wondered - Where I, remember briefly, catching a glimpse of a bear Or rather it's fur.
Mingled in the concert, a blur of peculiar bursts of noises Struck with no identity, whimsical and plain The songs of festivities - Cool, romantic winds fueled the ferris wheel As the man pressed flatly in pools of his own vitality Broke my heart into orbes of fear and empathy.
If you watch closely You'll come to know that men won't lie when you're listening They won't hide. You'll lie for them to yourself when you catch your eyes closing.
You drive through the woods; you start to feel lost, your car and your mind have blown their exhaust. With nothing but time to drown in remorse, you wonder if you are on the right course. Look back where you came and up to the sky, clouded stars can’t shine although they may try. You look back on the path, covered in mist, chances you had that you feel you’ve missed. Accept where you are, forge a path instead, through small slow steps will you know what’s ahead. If your mind retreats back towards the start, listen instead to the beat of your heart. Plant your feet in the soil, eyes closed and breathe. Regret is what lets you know that you’re free.
To read my old conversations... That are long now passed, It is both more, and less jarring than I expected it to be.
I am taken aback, Not because I am taken back, But only due to the sharp and nigh painful retrospect of our mistakes. How differently I wish I did anything, Not because I wish I still had you, But, because I am disappointed in myself for not living up to my own values... Blinded by the blind, blind love I was in.
Retrospect and nostalgia may be similar, In fact... They're either edge of the same sword.