Vultures and ravens
dance in anticipation
as they wait for their fruit
they know before we do
of sunken eyes that can
only give a flicker
the pallor of aged paper
parched and thin
is getting closer everyday
a shrinking future drifting
into a billow of clouds
inside the time capsule
of wants and needs
a three dimensional dream
my virtual reality tour
of wasted years
how do you get back
what never was
but should have been
stolen moments of a kiss
I’m still chasing an idea
the pursuit of my own
reinvention
