Time Flows Both Ways

Yesterday, I woke up feeling old –

Self-pity or delusion

Made it an original thought,

Self-interest or insecurity

Called it thought-provoking;

The late winter mist,

Damp windows, dewy grass

Cover-up without lies

The hot dry dusty days here;

I was a child when it was new –

Between Superman

And digging trenches

Sly loneliness shared my tent

Before being lying solitude;

I was a fighter when it became a religion –

For dreams and principles,

Without land or company,

To be nameless invisible

Quite deaf, dumb, mute;

Those were brave days

Without love or care,

But I caught that cruel cureless

That ravaged inside, left me young;

It comes and goes,

The cruel love

The older thought too

Of feeling old;

Yesterday, I slept with my love –

I made love the way I want to

Holding on, clinging unashamed,

The clock stopped ticking

I could love the way I want to;

Time has only one way

For some, thoughts flow

A chaotic spiral or a cycle

Create or dissipate disorder;

Tomorrow, I might end it all –

A minor matter,

An inconvenience,

Thoughtless

Without epitaph;

Today, I will smile at it –

To see, to smile, to touch,

To feel, to arouse, to be there,

Cursing less, harsh no more

With the late winter mist;

Let the day be hot dry dusty

Let rains lash when it may,

Without, there’s a doubting world,

Within, we will be ageless holding;

I feel like a clever fool

Old stupid wise young

Without vows with trust,

Care free care less care full.