Unsatisfied, you spend days
Searching for something more
Craving all the answers,
You yearn for something better,
An antidote to your banes,
And for life to be flawless.
But whilst you do, the present
Slips away forgotten, and lays
In tattered shards, as ghosts
Of a forbidden future
Haunt your dreams,
Stalk your waking memory.
Foolish heart, caught by its passion,
Whilst the mind is a whirlwind
Of neglected truths lurking inside
An unmapped maze, eternal and
Fierce, death to any who tempt
Fate without a guide.
Fool, when will you learn?
To control the outbursts, calm
The spirit and nurture what’s had,
Before it is gone and
The heart clenches with
Sorrow for what is lost.
Stop dreaming of life on the other side,
Holding to a vision blurred
By a haze of thoughts, which
Elude all that is rational and sane
As they dwell in the mists of
Roused trouble.
Stop, before you miss the call
Of the angel who was always there
But is now here to say goodbye,
For even the strongest
Can only share so much strength,
Before they too will crumble.
Fool, change your ways
Before it’s too late
And you are to be left
Mourning, for the life you once had;
A life that was in truth perfect,
Despite its many tender flaws.
Image: Dali, Persistence of Memory