
Though contained, it burns,
embers of memories past,
like fire, jealousy.

Though contained, it burns,
embers of memories past,
like fire, jealousy.

Seasons, childish glee,
times change; reality meets,
eats idealism.

Human vanity,
lining on a single file,
having felled giants.

Cloudy in between,
bit rough around the edges—
as nature, so’s life.

Pillows in the sky—
unattainable comfort;
dreamlike, inviting.