To catch a dream …

I suppose visits are marginal,

memories, reflection,

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.

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I listen with quiet mockery to

Dan Fogelberg,

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,

catchy.