My mind waxes and wanes
And loves to light fires of its own
In desolate locations and forgotten lands.
I fade away…then bloom again
Just like a new moon that
Yet again.. becomes full.
Grief simmers and dances
On the edge of hopeful tommorows.
Love reveals and entices
And yet is fake
In this fleeting and dreary world..
Maybe everything here is as meaningless
Or purposefully grand
As our minds wish to make it so.
I have no drama left to play out
And yet I’m the lead actor in many.
Fractured into many pieces
Under the burdens of expectations,
How i wish to fade off one day
And become invisible
Like this new moon…