Ninety-Days

90 days, before I came,
the mend is long and hard now I’m done here.
I don’t remember the sun hidden in this shade
days and days… blur in a straight line.
Muscles tense and the fire in me doused by the indifference of all those I left behind.
The longest three days, followed by a brokenness that couldn’t be believed.
Staring out the window waiting for god to feel relief.
45 years, flashback to tears,
that lonely dusk in a city waiting with promise.
My time machine in the shop.

The high road looked so good from here,
but its all that I feared, and when I woke it passed my line of sight.
I wondered why I had to see you in my dreams again
unforgiving in time, one that came and went
I held on, briefly paused
Realized this dream is a lost cause.

What should I do now that my trial is up?
New ventures ahead instead of dead ends.
A heartbeat when I thought I was gone.
The road that goes on and on.

Start Something

Lets begin, where the last one ends,
it can be that easy,
We can finish, and in between,
see where it leads us.
Make it last, this may be our only chance.
Crack the doorway, each new day, forge our voice.

Love is not an illusion,
Love discarded and used when
the satisfaction is gone.

We’ll make friends, we’ll comprehend
that the world don’t need us.
If this change is a means to an end,
we’ll pretend it don’t mean much.

We can start something new.