• cosmocranium 6w

    Regrets and time...

    Regrets that pile on
    awaiting an end..
    A beginning more than it,
    one worthwhile errand..
    Time never piles on,
    We do.
    We are the days and nights,
    the loop we give in to.
    Completing all that's left
    and sweeping some under.
    The rug of our time
    holding lost keys and many a wonder.
    It always seems possible; catharsis.
    For memory is time.
    Sometimes i lift the rug and open windows.
    I pick up my toys,
    pretending it will all be fine...