I guess it’s time to change my mind.
So often I wonder why I am here, here and now.
Light is dimmer today, more so than yesterday.
My world is spinning. Things once thrilling
now just empty rivers seeking lowlands to follow.
First I wanted to fight a war,
drink a beer to the King and his men.
War made no difference in me,
but love broke me like a wild pony
giving way to a heavy dude’s hand.
I wanted gentle nights but slaps in my face
broke the genteel. I cried no more,
no more until my Fall season
brought smells of falling leaves and regeneration
Sometimes that’s how it works.
It hurts. Those many years ago you hurt.
I had no tears for you but you hurt me.
I know it’s a double entendre,
two-way mirrors and all
but you never kept a picture did you?