ace mars lest july
the skeleton of your soul
hidden by the fibres of strength
shadowed by layers of flesh
born without instruction
guided by lack of faith
destined to break down
creaking joints
rusted exterior
worn out
be born again
repeat the cycle
control your future
strong disdain for theatrics
hands shaking behind backs
a cold sweat follows
the choice is yours
the bad taste in your mouth
to question motivation
second guess decisions
mistakes make you
fight for ideas
give up now
let the wind die
let the fire burn
move towards the unfamillar
which direction
are you headed?
cause we met up
in the southwest
throw a stone
at the destination.
let the stars
guide my way.
lose the way
back home.
make the journey
to a new.
cut the ties
from yesterday.
let it sink
in for tomorrow.
can you lose
track of time?
if you never
started the clock.
i don’t want to go to the west coast, to leave our troubles behind – only to catch up with us by the time winter hits. the mountains, forests, beaches and cities won’t make us feel at home.
don’t drag me to the east coast, to live without modern-day worries – we’ll be distraught trying to break our habits. the ocean is too dark and too deep for me to ever find peace.
i’ll never fall asleep in the north – those sunny nights and dark days will make me an insomniac. polar bears will never be mans best friend.
if you decide the southern life is where you need to be – i’d make the trek. scorpions, spiders and the perpetual heat would make my blood boil. however, I would feel alive.
regardless of my worries, I would feel at home in your company. in the presence of your love.
how far back do our shadows cast themselves?
in my youth, did i play
admiration and bliss
shared upon others
in my adolescence, did i search
fearful and ignorant
seeking answers lost
in my mid-age, will i succumb
struggle and disconnected
are we all bound
in my old age, will i begin
joy and enlighten
the years on my eyes
though my face and attitude stretch and age, my shadow still reflects.