Life would be easy,
if when a gasp,
we might choose the next breath,
the wind our motor
to vehicle our lives beyond this
lonely
sedentary
reality whereby the time alone,
leaves such an ill-fated
aftertaste.
Oh my, such a mouthful of
derision
said the optimist
to the cynic
rolling down the damp pavement
of their own personal
Autumn,
realizing only now,
there would be less time
to appreciate the evolution
of the seasons,
these our own natural
timetables
that mark assured existence,
our reality.
Oh for now,
hop back on the train,
for the human carnivore
our societal ills,
the places we go,
the times we recall,
will only be faint memories,
the years travel by,
and one day,
that gasp we became so dependent upon,
will reach for
another sky.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
