Live Forward
my shore in fog, at distance, cold, unlighted
so I imagine
then I soar!
...it's been three thousand years since conversation,
exchange of looks, slow walks, small talk and simple laughter
and memories where delves forever-after,
together with unrealized "what ifs"
a never changing leitmotif of all that's late
allowing no clean slates...
so drunk the sunken sun is, it rests beyond the cliffs of places far
and times that are no more
and so I dream...the only way to soar...
...and have you ever felt content from gaining none?
from simply pausing time? exposing weakness and
blindly flipping over signs
of sins and virtues
that slowly nurtured wizdom of your life
I have, and will again!
the game is not about the score
or being tamed by non-existent lines around love's core
uncrossed and silly in the eyes of others
so go ahead - deny! it bothers not believers of catharsis
ours is - flying near farthest stars
it only takes to close thine eyes...
I realize now, I've done so wrong by you,
the ultimate epitome of lies!
but heart of mine shall not succumb
to pointless ties of sorrow and regret
for I bet - you live not with the decisions such as mine,
keeping in mind all that was created
all that was toppled and all that I stole
...we have to live forward and
imagine
the only way we truly live, the only way we soar.
p.s.
I can't change the past, nor would I want to.
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