I Wish For Certainty

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 ~

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