Vintage Dye

As time slides by The vibrance fades A vintage dye Of better days Bold hues bleed To worn pastel I’m forced to heed My senses, stale I miss the days When passion dripped It found escape By fingertip A steady flow Of inspiration Set free, to grow A new foundation Green turned gold Time again Great stories told But, met their end Now, looking back I must reflect I’ve sure lost track One would expect But I’m still I Though I’ve changed I crave the life That was arranged Still, the feel Not, quite, the same A bitter deal It’s “time” to blame