Can’t unscramble a scramble.
Said a random ramble.
Can’t unsee what’s been seen.
Time ticks forward-
‘Cept when we careen; fall back.
Attack lacks the efficiency
To be of any benefit.
The resilient brilliancies of the few…
Who just let it roll on through
The thruway of oncoming traffic.
Facing the flow of that which does not glow
With the exuberance promised
In our youth.
Gets easier by the day
As the hours harden hearts
Pulled by strings of fellow beings.
For he was a jolly good…,
Shadow camaraderie sings
Which brings us to ding! Ding Rings… .
The play of words is the stage and
This page becomes another cage
As my heart beats my feets
To a tune threatening to escape these ribs,
Ahhhh the endless abyss wages mad-libs
Worded in truthfulled fibs
Which link us in sync and send us
into an oblivion...