Until the years compound

Sometimes that inward regret relentlessly scratches
Concerning dreams
Dreams I’ve stumbled upon – seemingly essential
They remind me of my lateness

Maybe – Maybe - still not too late
Yet, I continue forward – restlessly unforced and numbed
Until the years compound

1 comment:

sell out or cerebral said...

why is it that the oblivious people are the most happy? Sometimes I feel like the people who go with the flow and who never created negativity or felt it get the most rewarded.

I guess negativity is a two-edged sword. would you rather be the person who was everybody's friend that never left on his own? Or be the person who was nobody's friend who was always alone?