Just Too Easy

Chance seeing that shooting star, death by brilliant light. Interpreting dreams, from the day or the night. Chasing rainbows, it’s treasure foretold. Facing the mirror, lines drawn, time is so cruel, just getting old. A wish from adolescence, so fleeting, soon gone, Finding it, losing it, then, the will to go on. Fish in the ocean, songs soulful and sad. Movie star glances, playing well written lines. Maybe for 7 years, perhaps 10 if you are lucky. It’s all gone so quiet, time to do it again? Change for the better, could be sublime. Forget the life of the past, move on in time. Or live with the niggles, the mundane and the sour, A fresh face, a smile, a feeling empowered. What should you do, how will it end, Seek advice from a stranger or support of a friend. The truth is in there, somewhere, but it’s a gamble of trust. Old for the new, the passion or lust It’s a question asked over again, driving us to despair, as we Wrestle with our head and our heart, with neither so clear. To stay with the familiar, or infatuation so sweet. In a throwaway society, where quality and value should last, But a new toy is shinier than the comfort of a past. An old barn burns the fastest; it’s always been the same, From Maggie V and onwards, in a broken dream. It has destroyed me, ne’er mind the cost Of hearts sold and broken, it all falls into dust. Water it, nurture it, see it grow and sustain, So easy to turn it from the glow to mundane. We are surrounded by it, with its passion and desire, It’s too small a word, which we can always shift blame, Yet we let it run amok with our emotions and mind. We need to learn to be honest with it, to use other words of desire, Fascination, drawn, enamoured, stimulated or lust The feeling of tenderness, that electrifying touch. A life for a life, a time for a time, You get older, perhaps wiser; you seek solace, something quite unreal, So why is it too easy to fall in love?