Distant

Oh, ever-changing self

Where did you go?

Where have you been?

 

Always chasing

No solid bits to grasp

No nails to dig deep into the surface

but their growing

 

People grow

and people change

 

Good feelings fade

Good memories don’t

 

The time of renewal is now

but the arrows are bent

The path is winding

 

I’m lost in a forest of fate

Waiting to meet my demise

or waiting to meet my happy

 

Time outweighs the satisfaction

Except upon review

A distant life frightens me

of who I am, without you

 

via Daily Prompt: Distant

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