Half Full of It 😁

Believe it or not, I was once young

Before comprehending how much regret stung,

For sadly today, it’s all I can do

To not live my life in perpetual rue—

I fail without fail, so I guess you could say

It’s a whimsical tale of success my own way.

Outlet

It seems the flow hasn't faltered

Although the path was altered

To roll through various states

Where an ocean of love awaits.

Post Flood

You can keep it flowing

And see where it’s going

Or stop the progression

With your intercession

Just like Ye Olde log jam

But bark will make bitter

Where there was once glitter

To leave a mud bath

In the aftermath—

Who gives a damn!

The Old Fire Spot

She was your match

You dreamed of fire

And gave her a scratch

As sparks flew higher

But here’s the catch

All flames expire

The embers grow cold

And you feel the chill

Of no one to hold

Who gives you a thrill

Which makes you less bold

With a withering will

The days blur by

You live with your lot

No point to cry

You took your shot

So many things die

At the old fire spot.

One Less Time

It’s okay to be flat

When playing for those

Content to remain on the plain.

In key? None of that!

But someone who knows

Is begging you, please, to refrain!

Counter

We don’t see each other much these days 

He's busy being a teen

While I grow more set in my ways

And reluctantly careen

Right into the golden years

Despite the tarnished sheen

As he encounters grinding gears

Within the old machine

And hopefully he’ll figure out

When dangling between

Their dogma and internal doubt

To always use his bean.

Getting Burned 🔥

My heart is filled with fire

Though you don’t feel the same 

Amused by my desire

You fan the futile flame

Through a twisted wire

But this is not a game

The circumstance is dire

Despite your lack of shame

I make room on this pyre

For you to finally claim.

I Decline

I'm slowly sinking down

To depths I’ve never known

And fear that I may drown

Less-than-buoyant, alone.

But how can one convey

I'm slowly sinking down

For most will simply shrug and say,

“Hey things will turn around,

so there’s no need to frown!”

They won’t see how far you’ve sunk,

“You’re slowly sinking down?

C’mon let’s go get drunk!”

But I of course refuse

A night out on the town,

Detachment has its dues,

I'm slowly sinking down.