Mystic flux

It's like a dream cycle Dark voice telling me I will fail How can I succeed? A loser like me Look at all these pretty things just don't look too close They show the facade of the wizard for what it is A farce,

Some memories from the past return unbidden A neighbourhood, a place, a thought. I didn't realize Mount Pleasant Cemetery was so close, never made the connection, I wonder if she misses it dearly

Mixed emotion tension spirit Start an idea, full of promise Side tracked and distracted and looped and refracted But now again the importance appears Of being me and forgetting my fears I am the one, I have the plan I will succeed people have come and people have gone The ones I need will carry on The vision the vision is sound and true The effort immense from this day hence A burden to share with those who have found me A joy and a legacy for all who add their voice A new direction, in success we'll rejoice

Time has come to move along, so many times the same old song This time it's a new refrain,  I swear, some things have changed I sit here in my leather club chair, beaten and battered but I don't care Writing more of my beloved trite rhymes, savouring glasses of cheap red wine Now it's time to bring to a close my silly vain attempt at prose but I sit in this chair that I've wanted so long and know that my life had been lived oh so wrong Poor meter sublime and sentiment cheaper than wine Goodbye Bye Bye

The thoughts and feelings are all the same, it's now a matter of perspective. I had thought that I could make things right, to find the help that I once had but I know now that damage is done, the last of my mulligans have been redeemed. This time I feel that things are different, I know it's not the end of the world, the job will however be much, much harder without her talent. Tomorrow is here, like so many before this thought is an afterthought, a continuation actually. A bad night's sleep has put new perspective on the situatuon as each morning does. Little time to explain suffice it to say, early to rise and still moving is evidence that the tide has not shifted. Wish me luck, pray, think happy thoughts; whatever method you choose to send me positive energy, I will be eternally grateful. T

And the mind continues on overdrive I have decided that I prefer to survive The tide again has turned as in the past Now the challenge is making it last With trite little rhymes Bah, just a waste of my time I've turned out the light and sleep eludes me So I pick up the phone and type out some feelings in hopes of settling myself Trying to shift out of overdrive

The whales at play they make big waves Dance with ease on clear blue seas 20 tonnes to pirouette Now that’s a sight you’ll not forget The wolf cubs wrestle growl and bite Instinct teaches life’s mean plight The young hunter’s time will come When sad destiny destroys his innocence And hunger reigns o’er his kingdom