Sitting, staring, looking at the young, wondering where life has gone – wondering where the love they gave so unselfishly all these years could possibly have gotten lost.
All around them are questions getting old – with no answers as the years go by.
Everything seems to pass them as they grow old and a heart stops beating for it’s once young life.
No one left to love or care, until they die and memories laid bare, cause a few tears to flow for someone who was once here.
Quickly moving away from the visions with a fear filled with frozen emotions.Standing off to the side, sensing perceptions from back then.
Plotting design’s characteristics of interior moments, showing animated waves of oceanic views.Taking pictures mentally with photographic regularity, leaving nothing unnoticed, taking it all into pockets of reality at a second’s notice – for becoming truthful honesty, situated in attitudes particularly reminiscent of elderly courage.
recording themselves intomy mind’s heart for all eternity.
Why can’t lives of people be off limits to thesetransient mitigators of travesty?Total morons of our planet, painstakingly making eventhe most humble honest people pay for their stinginessand greed.Somehow these selfish, narrow-minded people find them-selves in positions of power over others and likedictators, try and coerce everyone around them intotheir pens of iniquity.However, this time,…
Wrapping space tightly around the little life that’s left, shutting out the laughter and joy of other people’s lives.Turning in upon a world of sorrow left alone to ponder why.Sifting through old memories – never with a friend – staring across a bridge that will soon be burned to the ground, allowing no one else…
