Reflections
Reflections
I sat on the path of time
Looking beyond the horizon
My emotions ebbing away
My fears and dogmas of faith, finally collapsing under their own weight
I confess, I need to confess
What remains of me?
Memories perhaps...organic and convenient
A splash of love or lust maybe
Murky and unrequited
Occasional bright spots, rare though
Of first friendship, books and music