Wrapped in the warm of today
slowly dropping life’s bread crumbs
to return another day
if coldness finds me once more.
And approaching distant shore
every step I take becomes
easier with the right direction
as I set sail again and again
if how does not matter but when
I will reach my destination.
Dust and Dreams
Dust and dreams this life has become-
Rummaging through times leftover
from days of dopamine induced high,
searching for a purpose to carryover
plans from another time, another mind,
another one from where they became.
And forgetting that is no longer a game
they search in memories but cannot find
a purpose to make it another night.
Taste the blood for this life is gone
dust and dreams it has become.
If my life becomes what if
walking unsteady ground
not for a lack of direction,
maybe a natural selection
when destiny stepping in
chose a path I never found.
And accepting that within
answers will slowly appear
if no gods to guide my hand
when everything I ever want
is a life to make my own
on a road not quite so clear
or a path I’ve never known.
In the cold of spring’s eve, I thread wishes
into the fabric of my life, tattered and frayed
with years leaving marks in the stitches
left from past lovers and harsh winters.
I taunt the flesh while I slowly fade
into the emptiness of days, forgotten
and lost in between the wrinkles of time
while I pause to contemplate what’s mine,
and with trembling fingers I seek
the tenderness weaved underneath.