Eternal return

Doubting the falsehood of nostalgia,
The lies behind the remembered glow,
Things seemed, are no more,
Or never were, but wished,
As, even now, grasping the moment,
I try to reinvent, reinterpret, re- everything.



Years ahead, less now, hoped for,
With desperation to achieve all,
Or some of it, wondering,
Why I didn’t realize then,
Even now, hoping the future,
Would bring solace and success.

In fewer moments,
I see through admiring eyes,
Easier to be honest of another,
Myself at swim and breathless,
Slowing the patterns to ready comprehension,
The more to make steady steps forward.