Once
Once...............
My life was sane.
Now from those memories I refrain.
Not because I feel any distain.
Not because I feel any pain.
Not because I feel any strain.
But Because........
I STILL REMAIN.
Once.................
My life was serenity.
Now I turn from this enmity.
Not because I feel any anamosity.
Not because I feel any hostility.
Not because of any fraility.
But because.............
I WILL NOT BE A CASUALITY.
Once......................
My life was convenient.
Now I turn from the sentiment.
Not because I feel any attachment.
Not because I feel any resentment.
Not because I feel any abandonment.
Not because I am done with the arguement.
But because............
I WANT CONTENTMENT.
The me that was has disappeared.
When the mist has finally cleared.
I see where I must have veered.
But here I am alive.............
And only a little seered.
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