Everything Zay

There are certain things I can never get back
as time continues to illude me
A ripple in the fabric of sanity
having its way
while we flourish in it
learn, grow, teach
and become seasoned
yet it knocks you down
from the pedestal of your perceived youth
but what did you really know then anyway?
While I can tolerate more
and there is much more to look forward to
regret plays its’ role
and pain takes its’ place
the slippery slope of self-disgrace
Help me – he shouts out
to the glare of the underworld
as the child of a magician
no script is presented
no story is not unique
there are no rules to follow
nothing is not where it needs to be

so relax in the illusion
the death is your fear
a knocking shadow of discomfort
a holy infiltration that can’t hear