REUNION
Sitting at this table, eighteen years old again,
I see my future, too far to fix it, too close
to escape the pain. I thought I was looking for Scott**..
where did my life go? With one shot it slipped
away silently behind my back and ran down the drain.
Time is a one way street-and a dead end at that.
What's left when the party's over except
stale food, dirty dishes, flat champagne, and trash?
We can't depend on anything until the end is here,
so why try? Life is a gamble that's lost by standing pat.
The farther we fly, the fewer the rules; boundaries
dissolve between zones of time and space.
Co-ordinates limit and squeeze our aspirations
into dust, and all qualifications must reduce
the realization of countless possibilities.
Cut in stone around the fish pond, "Grow Old With Me"
are words with the power to breach the citadel of my sanity.
Where is my cat? my teddy bear? my father?
the boy with blond hair? I'm old, and they're shadows
playing hide and seek in my memory.
~ Broken Wings ~
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