gather the visions, that have not come true
do not let them scatter
they will only sneak in later
ready to inflate and flatter
what is not possible.
gather the dreams, all broken and torn
do not let them fly
they will only land later
and once again pry.
gather the lies, all found and spoken
do not let even one survive
they will only bleed in later
ready to further deprive.
gather all the loves forsaken
do not let them stay
they will only linger and linger
waiting to betray.
Such an act:
mildly mannered, slyly winsome, cunningly sweet
as nonchalant as a glinting fox.
lost as a confounded mouse in an illusory maze:
stumbling through your ups and downs and dead-end ways
onlyalittlewhilelonger…i assure myself