Sometimes when engulfed in a misty daze
Hung long behind a veil, a secret hides
Hung long behind a veil, a secret hides
Comes an eerily form through blurry haze
Uncertain, yet determined, and so
decides.
Now is the time ripe to be clearly seen
As though it’s long time in hiding over
now
Too long abandoned, past time to cling,
When in youthful fancy, was thought to
allow
Some greatness that in me would achieve,
But was set aside for daily mundane
things.
Instead of earnest pursuit yet still
believe
That time plenty after the present brings.
Thoughts of better opportunity it to
occur,
But a year passed and more slid through
Thinking plenty of time later as it were.
To other smaller things my attention drew.
While that dream buried, long buried
deep
Lay smoldering all consumed by the "now"
While to myself that aged promise to
keep,
Etched even deeper the lines upon my brow.
As the days of the clock of life took
place,
A crushing realization came over me.
The truth long hidden had I now to face
A smothered dream, one I did not feed.
So here sit I in the shadows of my
thought
Contemplating of what worth has this brought?
