Days of yore leads to the periphery of the nostalgic
Embracing such sometimes leads to emotions so tragic
The downside would be hearts so torn, memories goes beyond classic
The last I checked, some take life as an unending party.
As it stands, the year is like a giant lumbering along trying to be lucid
With such a frame, the task becomes so arduous, looking on evokes pity
It’s still young I know, but the din around is a reminder that we are perpetual critics
A lull is not an option, lest the ones that should know drives all out of the city.
You must wonder why the abode is singular but I do have my reason
I am not breaking this up so we must take it as a whole because it is such a season
Where simple becomes complex and you are wondering if senses are in prison
With the keys thrown away, and now the population of the inmates is increasing.
Newness of each day is the only escape from the bounded state, and that is pleasing
I subscribe to such because my thoughts with regards to the year are still teething
Days easily represented on the finger tips but the reality leaves you seething
I must take a step back and reappraise the resolution before I start weeding.
Instances now abound to tempt any whose foundation from the start was not robust
Compromise comes so easy to such for; principles are like garbage in a truck
The destination is obvious and the clatter reminds you of ‘a storm in a tea cup’
Steering clear would enable you to step over such when they fall.
Now that it is clear that there is, on the horizon, a gathering storm
The sensible thing to do would be to rein back thoughts and seek reform
An arduous feat for any whose mental ability at self appraisal is not properly formed
You can latch on to mine and as a team, we can brace up for the impending call.
Ending for now would be on this stanza with the reverberations making us take a pause
Less than ten days indeed, but we can redirect the views and remove the clog
There is more to life than speed, sun and a cry, so we could share the applause
We are meant to be to each other, the link to making the weakest strong.
For STN – 13
© S.O.J/Musicwithin1; Thursday 09th January 2014 ~ 00:13 hrs gmt
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