Once again these thoughts find their own motivation perpetuated by a mere glimpse of something that could have been. It once was there but now only a phantom remains. A glancing blow of the truth that can still somehow manage to exist in this backwards, turbulent world.
"Master, master, where are the dreams I've been after? Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries." I am not the one laughing. I hope that you see that. So quickly did we both get swept up in the feeling of it that we never checked our own judgments. We both have some fixing to do and only time will tell if we can make the proper repairs.
I've taken this existence too easily. I sit with myself not doing a thing wanting it all done on my own time and now it's catching.up to me. I hope there's still time for it all. I'm running out of it. We all are. The machinacians of my mind run and bounce against my skull with no outlet. To achieve these dreams once held would allow them to lay at rest....easier said than done. The answers are out there.
I know you were not laughing, and a glimpse of that lost....
ReplyDeleteThat which I had so close slipped through my fingers. Should I even try to regain it? Or am I unwanted?
The broken pedastal does not rise to the height it once stood at. It is not unwanted, it still holds importance where it stands. Don't leave.
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