A memory,
finely kept.
Mortuary slab,
or lover’s bed
gone cold.
The path ahead,
or what lays
behind us
on the road.
What do we fear more?
Past or present pain?
A future crash
while we feel
we’ve got something
more to gain.
Take a chance
that we might end up
castaways?
Already lost our minds,
does that make us
insane?
How are we supposed to go
when no one knows the way?
Backwards,
a seething beast,
and forward
the grinning countenance
of the grave.
What do we fear more?
Tomorrow, or yesterday?
Love escapes us,
but the memory remains.
Wealth elevates us,
but it can’t come
when we depart this place.
Few things transcend time,
a smile,
a laugh,
and friends
that shares our mind.
Neither way
holds sway
when we are with our kind.
Feel like the past recedes,
while the future
may be blind,
facing it together
feels like we might survive.
No need
for us to fear time.
Light a fire
right now
and gather all around.
The hour is winding down.
DJR – 2023
