The big bad world out there,
It’s never easy to trust,
A tiny flaw in a familiar face,
A break in a voice never meant to lie,
And I was done with breaking open,
Secrets, treasures, I was done.
Fitting in, standing out, I didn’t mind,
Didn’t care, because somewhere along the line,
I thought I was right to assume,
That none of this stays,
That none of this could ever be perfect,
Fit to be etched for eternity.
That perhaps it was in the accolades,
That I could find constancy.
But once the medals were hung up on the walls,
I realized they couldn’t talk,
That they were just wreaths of a dead past,
One with not many stories to tell.
Constancy?
I couldn’t find it anywhere I searched.
Maybe it bore me too, if I found it.
I found something better, though.
In moments when I realize,
Perhaps magic does really exist,
Invoked by incantations forgotten to be so.
Of sunsets on hill tops, with the echoing wind,
Waves playfully tugging away on shores,
Of laughter resounding through and through.
Some moments that make me think,
The uncertainty of not knowing,
Of not being sure if it will last forever,
Seems worth it just so that,
You might live in the moment.
And if you are lucky,
Freeze it to call your own forever,
As a memory.