Reflection, or refraction ?
Reality or are they like a rainbow?
Real and visible,but never caught?
Nothing solid to say they were ever real ,
But visible like a memory.
Such is the nature of this thinking man.
When it comes to life and love,
what if could and should are words
jumbled in a world of regrets and lost opportunities.
Such thoughts unfettered,
unshackled, and unchained,
are as dangerous as a prowling Lion,
more voracious than a starving Hyena,
more cunning than the stealthiest Leopard.
Always seeking new prey,
new territory to conquer.
Something else to devour.
Not today my unworthy foes.
My choice is for life ,
My past informs me, not conforms me.
Sad diremption seek your fill elsewhere, not at my door.