Friday, February 8, 2013

Never-were


I got to pretend to be a prince
For a while
It was such a wonderful dream
Existence on the periphery
I exist on the periphery

No one really knows who I am
Only those who could remember
Me has not been me
And I am not the same
And so much has by the wayside fallen
And I've so much more to gain

A hodge podge collecting trinkets
Ornaments for all my shelves
Sometimes I want to save the world
Others I can not even help myself


Life in such vivid, vibrant colors
Loathsome time in charcoal grey
And anon, and anon

Hang upon the Christmas tree these letters
Spelling out what we can not quite say
Across a family from behind fences
The more things change...

So at the impass, crossroads leading
Nowhere, somewhere, twixt between
This and that and no there, not there
You are not meant to be where
That road leads

Staring off to unknown horizon
Trepidation so oft the victor
And I just can't forget
The projector screen inside my head
That shows me pictures
Memories encapsulated
Of what once was
Or what could be

Somber too, these memories
Or memories that might have been
For sometimes we hold those too
Just as close and dear
The never were
The almost could be
Or sometime would be
If we could sew with ley lines
And make a tapestry
Of a destiny
Of our own choosing

Sometimes we are not who we could be
Or not whom we wish to be
Or other times we are the part
We have chosen to play

Mask is painted
Stage is set
All the pieces upon the board
Could fall like dominos
At a moment of notice

Clear away that board
And play another game
We do not have to always lose

Let us bend the rules in our favor
Let dreamers breathe forth reality

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