Wisdom asks to be silent and slow,
Fitful says proceed, you never know,
Time tells me to forget and let it all go,
But who must I heed, how do I know?
To do what's right (or wrong?) is the deepest desire,
Yet these follies lead only to mire,
So gets banal, even the most dazzling glitter,
The memories of comfort, seem to grow bitter.
Wherever falls gaze is only a mirror,
Waiting to un-leash an unspeakable terror,
Blinks of valiance, shreds of hope,
Rise to fall again, gently down time's slope.
As sure as midnight strikes,
Caring never for our dislikes,
Does life go stark and dark,
With blankly scuttled stares, at my missed ark.
And then comes dawn, but it's not a story,
So life doesn't pause, doesn't stop being sorry,
Yet it is wished, that time would stop a few moments,
At least the tears could flow, like an angel laments.
