It is spring
And once again
He is mocked by fresh leaves
Comfortable with their role
In this fuckery
While he struggles
To leave behind the years
Remembered as a dream
The past summarized
In one admittance
He has not become
No sidestepping tomorrow’s charge
The lost nights
And forgotten promises
Buried beneath
Half hearted resolutions
Take it away
No longer will he look for meaning
He accepts the fact
Movie sets will forever transform
Before he catches
The stage hands
He can’t save anything
Or anyone
Anymore than he can preserve
His own sanity
Not tonight
It is easier this way
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