Daydreaming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am getting older and not necessarily wiser

I daydream more today than I did of yesterday and yesteryear

It seems the days are longer and the nights are shorter

As I see my life pass me by and often just leaves me astray

 

Daydreaming is not just for children or young adults

And the art has never vanished away with the moments of time

But the truth be told I see it more often each and every day of my life

As a meaningful way to pass the day and handle the upcoming strife

 

I have no regrets and yet I share some despair, pain and sorrow

For the pain has never gone since you went away, and the hope has never reappeared

Perhaps my broken heart will break into smaller pieces

 

Each day as I breathe another day, as the tears that flow freely down my face,

washes them away

 

I care not much to see tomorrow or the moments before the light goes dark

I care not much to see the nightfall come and never see the stars again up above

For each moment my heart beats weaker, I fear it is almost time to say goodbye

As I know that today may be the day when I end the laughter with a final sigh

 

The day that I have been fearing forever has come much closer

The time when the clock finally stands still and ticks no more

And as I daydream once more in my heart’s contentment of the past

I know that soon, my life will end and close the door

 

No fears for dying but fears for living forever has haunted me since I was young

A life that I could have enjoyed so much more if I had only been a little stronger

If I had given into love more often rather than the sin that surrounded me so often

And not realize I closed another door that could have brought me into the light

 

So don’t mourn for me or say you’re sorry when I silently pass away

I know what I have done, regret no more than anyone else

 Who lived their life the very same way as I did mine

As I face the final sunset of tomorrow, the clock will chime just one more time

 

And as death comes knocking on my door, there may be hell or there may be heaven

I won’t know until the moment comes but if it’s hell I will learn from my lesson

That everything we do has a reason, a purpose and most of all,

A season under the heavens