Headlong, blindly

Stretching before me I see my life’s shadow as it fades into the distance
There on the ground in front of me all the memories of my life on display
Here for those to snicker, to bicker, to find something bold, old cold or dead
Yet amongst these items there stands tall those things I hold dear and joyous

Feeling as if the life I have lead is now little more than a sale, like some novel of romance
Here for someone to look over or overlook; I suppose it’s all in your view they say
As the life behind me fades away, those moments clearer than of tomorrows filled dread
The quiet moments treasured of you aid in drowning the cacophony of life’s passing raucous

Every night the dream filled labyrinthine darkness through which I pass alone
Brings forth the bitter but oh so treasured memories of our times and lives together
In these treasured moments between the strokes of night, amid the beat of heart
Therein only do I find my resting place and my minds blissful solitude of peace and solace

Yet therein lies my downfall and dreams demise amid my fancies bare bone
For tomorrow must follow today and my comfort flea before the rising tide of forever
Each day I chin up and smile bright with my prayers, my hopes, my need for a brand new start
Yet each day I spend more and more lost amidst my reveries, with each new day a-bollix