My View

I sit alone on my time to myself and see words pass through my word

I sit and see people who don’t see opportunities sit spoiled and curled

Hitting trees and bushes around me like the wind everyone dismisses

Absent to the fact of moments we have and miss

This curse I endure has its limits in my mind

I see the world in a moments glorious rhyme

People texting, running for the bus, in a hustle for that moments rush

Everyone around me holding their breath for life’s ambush

Vowels, nouns, and those synonyms hurling at me with only a moment to record

Lifes precious moments in my lifes only accord

My memory is not what it used to be

These moments enter and instantly begin to flee

My days are graced with instances of happenstance

Only to forget in a whimsical metaphorical dance

I’m cursed everyday with a different view

Of life and its mystical dew

Cold enough for only a moment to catch a glance

We destroy these instances in a dramatic momentary stance

And I go to sleep each day missing these moments in life

That seem to keep falling astray with every thought of my life without strife