Entrenched in the voided world of the present
Perpetually flying forward and looking back
Nostalgia’s sweet kiss, however pleasant,
Will always steal from what we already lack
The sun we are drawn toward was far more glaring
Than the one that shines through the brave recollections
Choked out by thorns austere and uncaring
And haunted by lifetimes of futile objections
...Life’s not living behind hopeless reflections
Around every turn and beyond every crest
The chains reach up from the arid sand
They entrap you and wrap you up in unrest
They sting with the tendrils of longings self-banned
Facing the rings of Saturn we careen
Yet earth and land and home is on our minds
Fearful of things lurking in the unseen,
But the man who frees his demons will find
...Something more than what he’s left behind.
Membranes of remorse that harbor our fears
Prevent our roots from finding their way
Holding us back from transcending frontiers
And rising above the vapors of gray
There must be a way to retain what we bleed,
And thrive with the lives that carry us through.
To escape the past with its blind faithful creed,
And cherish the ones among which we grew.
...Impossibilities from my point of view
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Submission Name: Rings Of Saturn
