For each year counting
Is another to waste
Time quickens
At success to pace…
And we are not here
Or even gone
Just finding a path
Of everything wrong…
Not out of perfection
Or even guilt
Just moving on
While the earth does tilt…
And all things move
Even while standing still-
Too late to notice
Only time does kill.
How many fails
Make a failure?
How many wins
Make a winner?
How many punches
Are a knockout?
How many compliments
Are true?
My friend in misery
Has many questions.
Beyond the grave
Bares the honest answers.
So arguments keep dancing
As only they have their day.
A shadow
Where light once was
A dream
Even if reality.
A few steps
Mist in the clouds…
Bluebirds fly
Before the swelling sore.
The break
Where glue held tight
Loosen grips
Of the devil and angel.
So wait
Before the scale gives an answer
And believe
Once was over and never done.
For there are times
The brain falters
Wisdom is lost
Even when working.
In Satan’s massacre
Or muted cells …
Angels missing
Hallows lurking
Oh the truth will out I suppose –
Even in the haunting where it dwells.
A depth without knowledge
Strength without muscle
Stopping all
Pushing everything.
Consequence silenced
Gains imagined
Built and structured
Without conscience plan.
Believed reality
While imaginary
Structured always
Architect of the mind.
Useless thoughts take the day
Mind and spirit too
Sacred silence now taxing
Worry making fears true.
No finger pointing
But blame the same…
No justice in the outcome
The winner of the game.
No hindsight needed
As all was seen and ahead…
But ignorance in nothing
Line the dreams of my bed.
Drowning in a puddle
Before walking on the sea…
Laughter in the distance
And a fool out of me.
Author River Dixon
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