So many years spent in the haze
that passed for me as younger days.
So many years spent in a blur;
My future’s past – the ways that were.
The rhythm of my life went wild;
a life lived as some twisted child.
A twisted song; no end or start.
A twisted song; a twisted heart.
All wrapped inside a brain on fire;
my own internal funeral pyre.
At some point there I finally found
my feet were planted on the ground.
No more the wildness of my youth,
instead the search for meanings truth.
Perhaps in time I’ll find a way
to have a really peaceful day.
My loves, my life, my world apart;
those things I hold close to my heart.
These are the future that I see,
where I can be the one that’s me.
Not the view that some may hold,
where my spirit’s bought and sold.
Instead I see the gentle slope
that is the path to life’s real hope.
The uphill path that lays ahead,
where I can wander, not be led.
A slope that has no slippery sheen,
but leaves me feeling clear and clean.
But that’s enough; my tale is done
about the future that’s begun.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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