Though contained, it burns,
embers of memories past,
like fire, jealousy.
It lives!
Change is coming for us all
Seasons, childish glee,
times change; reality meets,
eats idealism.
Sidewalk sights
Human vanity,
lining on a single file,
having felled giants.
Memories
Cloudy in between,
bit rough around the edges—
as nature, so’s life.
You wish
Pillows in the sky—
unattainable comfort;
dreamlike, inviting.
The Chaos Within 