To catch a dream …
I suppose visits are marginal,
hold the hope of lives lost or known
– misunderstood misfortunes –
seem to carry their own weight,
have a bearing
who we are, were then, now
what we might have become,
or some hope to think we have realized that fortune of peace.
I listen with quiet mockery to
clearly steer me away
from a convenience store,
yet the notion plays my head.
I wonder sometimes why it is when we wish
for that we cannot have,
is there a solution, or is that time forsaken
reality of acceptance.
I would speak to overthrow compromise,
except to suggest we are all human – frailty …
such exposure of will.
To tell you the truth,
I haven’t any answer, anymore than I might have
thirty years ago – I only do know today,
I’m as human as I was then,
only how I wish I might have accepted that reality
when all I would ever do is cry to silly
melodramatic lyrics that seemed to
haunt my mind with a vivid persona,
were you ever so aware how many songs we all cried over,
they make better sense today,
back then I suppose they were just,