image is taken from the works of down town pictures
on March 19, 2009. © Stani, All rights reserved
filtered dreams sifted in baskets of thorns
what do i know, what have i ever known?
destiny delayed, held back by ignorance
repressed dreams, mixed up with painful memories.
memories of great days gone by, happier times
before this spiritual castration that is now mine
now at the twilight of my years, looking back
hoping against hope to make some sense of what i am now
memories, dreams, the past, whatever it is
all i have, all i lost on this ephemeral journey
need to find my way home
down on my knees, chapped, cracked knees.
ah! dying embers of repressed youth, sun setting fast
heart pounding everyday, blood rush, veins throbbing
too late now, or so it seems, to rise from the ashes
fading away, dying every second, missed opportunities.