Anxiety inhibits
The road to reach
A place alleged freedom,
And alas may cause miss
This yet moot hypothesis!
The road to reach
A place alleged freedom,
And alas may cause miss
This yet moot hypothesis!
To sporadic measures
Of wistful pleasure,
Agleam wouldst seem
Alluding to contentment,
Said be for most
Achieved in but a dream…
Till now were times
I anxious to find,
Shared altruistic life
I’d want be blind
To feminine acuity,
Whose wisdom such
Would foster love,
Thru fate’s modality
Beyond the in-between,
A relevant contentment,
I question why
The best of life
Be ephemeral,
Thus so decry
Its slower pace,
To reach in time
Beyond cerebral,
This meagre space
Said be prize place,
When joy of mind
A longed for state,
Man wouldst rejoice
Thru wisdom’s take,
That may but come
In the twilight wake
Of my life’s journey!
I see the face,
A crowded place
That tells of life,
Would indicate
A past so filled,
Yet but depicts
A slightest trace
Of puerile days,
To hoary layers
Of crinkly grace,
Time so risks take
What’s left to hold
That offers hope
For man so bold,
To skirt a while
His resting place,
And he not find
The face he’d known
Now buried neath
A senescent waste!