Twilight sun
Air cold
Exhale life

Master of type
Defending tradition
Deepest fear
Accepting transition

I appear to have misplaced my future
I knew where it was until recently
But now
I can't find it anywhere

Brought from the past
This future is not mine
Afraid to speak
It does not align
Brought from the past
I can't help but be here
Afraid to be me
This future insincere

Life's too short for dreams and schemes
Let's get real and push extremes
Take a chance while there's still time
Spontaneity loves tasting the wine

From the mirror's point of view
Truth or disguise
Drunk on images
The hangover effect
Relief or excuse

Must I look around
Involving myself in expanding intimacies
Something created from so much
But very little
Pushing me from the importance of the infinite
Rotating without break
Encompass all
No matter
No willing
I must float
Flex
Descend
Cease
If I am here
I must belong