What Might've Been So Long Ago
What might've been so long ago
My mind could never know;
I fair collect the days to me,
In haste the hours flee....
then a moment stranded
upon my mind, is granted
a stay in Memory--
Find I then a lost reflect?
Or is it but a speck
Of tainted 'morrows ill-untold,
A vacuum of the soul?
Then a thought landed
and from my soul expanded
what should've been so long ago--
Flee, my thoughts, fly!
Lead me to how, not why
The whims of deepened flow
Persist upon my soul--
Then the memory handed,
as it reprimanded,
what could've been so long ago--
