I ask my memory to play for me
Something to tickle nostalgias wet eye
Like pop ups they a pear
Just as they were back then, the treasure of my mind
Never to grow old and frail
The collage that is me, so finely weaved into my mind
Tells a tail, to bring envy to movie director’s cold heart
But it is mine, I see it all in a flash
Comprehension! Fine detail and all
Back to the now!
I witness the crumbling decaying process
Playing out its ageing hand, as it is ‘preordained’ to do!
The shocks and bumps
Regressions twin to mistakes; serves up lessons, so hard to learn
Idealism on a collision path with reality
Softeners from the pulpit, cannot help!
I have painted my-self into this corner
Truth, the soulless b..ch and isolation, my lot!
