Once More
We have met once more and then again
Now our embers burn without any end
By some physical presence still yet unseen
Dark in its matter, ‘If you know what I mean?’
Deny these regrets and their toxic misgivings
For life as you know was made for the living
And not by the ways of an ancient design,
Nor crafted by the ravings of some deranged mind.
They had their say but their day is now done,
While ours is the present and has only begun…
So why forsake pleasure when moment is near
Why dwell in remorse or be governed by fear?
For time is still fleeting with the end yet to come
Don’t waste it on regretting all we have done.
As you and I—we must meet and meet again.
To own and recapture what one day shall end.