and the mind wanders;
it fails and falls and revolves
around pointless thought,
and I wonder why I feel
empty and desperate.
The mind abdicates.
The moment passes.
Where did it all go, how did I
trip and fall and lose
the world changed. How time slips away like
romance in the bright light of day,
like a thief in the dead of night,
moments I took for granted,
going about my business
wrapped up in the decay of a
life well and properly lived out, you poor,
wretched, self-deluded beast.
The mind fails. I seize up and
hesitate, roaring for show,
delicate and raw inside, desiccated,
worn out, foregoing tomorrow’s sunrise
for the roaming sirens of today