RMC

Somber my days are now,
but they were not before.
I use to live in graceful vows,
touching cheeks I adored.

I live at the bottom barrel
where muck askews hope.
I used to ride a carousel lit
bright lights pretty tropes.

Where the songs of the day
I knew them so well kissing
my love all and every way
not a single crevasse missing.

Still I centered myself calm,
and my temper it steadied.
I knew I was never in harm,
my compass it stayed readied.

Nowadays are so different
I am at a loss of reaching out.
I am just so damn different
trust broken hurt spills about.

Live me a song and I did once,
upon the hope of being home
I passed the chance to move on
and bad decisions bemoaned.

Everytime I think of sweetness
I hear her voice and golden hair
whipping around in the air
I remember it now as if back there.

Her words and direction call
me everyday and kindle kind
things contorted evil now all
I am that’s good is when I rewind.

Back back to the past I go,
again always I will plow on.
There’s no going back now so
I’ll just dimish until dawn.  

Destiny in the hand of time
is such a cruel school to attend.
Fate is fictitious and in the mind
we make the past alive again.

So made by the gates of math
in the chasm of space continuum
I don’t see the change I see wrath;
all we can do is plead at minimum.