Stray Thoughts
A few hasty words written in rhyme
Oh how, oh why, oh where is what’s mine,
In search of what’s lost, rusted, divine,
I plead, please! Just show me a sign,
Flashing lights, distractions, a dozen, a dime.
Let’s make some music! A small boy chimes,
Like the good old days, devoid of deadlines,
I stare at the keys, no music, no rhyme,
Just the tick tick tick of ruthless time.
Maybe it’s me, drowning in malaise and slime,
Or maybe it’s the burden of neglecting my crime,
Confessions leave a bitter taste, stings like lime,
On open wounds, I left behind.
And yet,
From mountains to molehills my anxiety climbs,
Down to reality, one step at a time,
Until I am back to being the jolly fat foody who’s chasing his prime,
And cherish the treasure that I will one day find.
Hello everyone! I hope everyone is healthy and happy. It’s been a busy few months and finding some free time to just write is like looking for chocolate in my fridge — it seems to always go missing. So I thought of putting that into words. I hope you enjoyed it.
Thank you for reading and have a great day.
