Carry Me Down

My days are graduated simultaneously like pages in a book, Constantly flipping on each other so I chose to stop and look, I embark on the journey of the immortal minds, One which over flows with continuation, Packing bags bubbling with ideas heading towards my poetic destination. But I am bound by these chains of confusion and despair, Held back by my desires in which I am not proud to declare, Numerous thoughts reciprocate like a pendulum in my brain, Trying to excavate them I stumbled into an ocean of pain, What did I do to deserve this pain I always ask my heart, But the answer is quite simple, The pain has always been there right from the start. I wish life was movie, maybe I would rewind, Back to the fossils of joy that my age left behind, I hope you got the picture that I was trying to paint , This was the message from Timothy your poetic saint.