By The Time I Get To The End

By the time I get to

the end, I’ll be going

backwards to the

beginning.

There’s no way to

go around it.

I have to go

through it all.

To get everything back.

So I better get with it.

Sometimes I see my

path.

Other times I see nothing or

despair.

Just emptiness & vastness.

What am I to do when

I see a path in my

mind?

When I want to find

the place where I need

to start at?

When the only thing

I see is blank words.

In another word-nothing.

Like the vastness of

the forgotten face.

When the fun was as

plentiful as the trees

in open spaces.

What am I to do?

When I can’t write the

words I want to say.

When I just want you to

enter into you-

To have you look back

at me.

Why am I trying to

reach up to you?

When the speed of my

pen – doesn’t match the

speed-of your glance!

When there was a time

when our stares would

ignite a spark of

conversation and

much elation.

Like fire-flies in the

dark.

Whether sight of wrong-

We can begin again.

Maybe in another realm.

Maybe just not now.

I would love it.

Be honest;  How about you?.

The world needs to

be brought together

with one common

bond or thought.

I’m willing to be

that butt- end of

everything.

As long as the world

works together.

As long as the world

laughs together.

Got the picture why

it’s so in-human of

me.

That’s what makes it

a betterment and tantalizing

enough to work.

Can’t you see the

good in it.

After that,  we can act

as we can and should.

Just think about it being

my one and last lost

friendship effort..

Go back a time when

our glances brought

on sparks of romance.

Like fireflies under the

darkness of the stars.

The intentions are for the

betterment of our

lives.

(c) 2009 June 1