Poem #5

Lost Somehow

The sun just set before my eyes,
a sight I've always assumed I despise.
The end of a day, growing older in it,
One closer to my end, I consider this shit.

Will it rise for me instead?
a light so nice to fill my head.
The start of a day, I made it to today,
what happens in sun as my hair turns to gray.

As my skin faulters and wrinkles appear,
I must admit it's death I fear.
I haven't done all I want,
So in withering motions my body does taunt,
Of a lesser age when I was without,
knowledge and wisdom and burdens about.

Will I grow old and will I grow fat?
Will my hair dissappear, head under a hat?
My smile to frown and my heart slow it's pace,
I'm beginning to see the age in my face.

I'm not the immortal I thought I once could be,
Thought that my life was unstoppable, live forever as me.
Move from friends to friends, lover to so,
but, what would be the point I know?

I think our truth comes in the now,
Knowing it could be lost somehow,
So treasure today what you have in the sun,
For come the tommorrow it could be undone.

Consider it a while...

It's been just over two months since I've put anything on here, not because I haven't had anything to write about mind, just because I've been too far focused on stuff away from the computer.

I'm considering traveling, upping and traveling to somewhere distant, like Japan or China and taking a laptop, a camera and documenting it, hell or even a diary and writing and taking pictures to accompany it. I think I've been playing Tomb Raider too much...

Then comes the subject of money, I love saving, I really do. I save throughout the year, and then spend it all on car insurance. I suppose it saves putting it all on the credit card, but in this day and age is it really worth saving with the interest rates as low as they are? I'm not sure.

I've been thinking about upping the amount of poems I write, because I'm really not starved for inspiration in terms of them I just don't get to considering them as viable for broadcast. I would say that they are very reflective of what I feel and what I want to do, kind of like a melodic thought. Never, though, did I consider they'd be so indepth when I first started writing them.