A Sense of Yearning

As I face the small time machine And the wires cuddling each other Like sinners in love, I find my answer. 'Go back and save yourself', they say; 'Go back and this time get your girl' 'You can undo your bicycle accident' 'Why don't you edit your career now?' 'You can correct every error you've ever made' 'You now know what you shouldn't have done' 'Why don't you stop yourself from going To that coffee shop on the 18th of May?' 'Go back and post that letter a little earlier' 'Don't forget to slap that sick professor' 'Go back and tell your friend the truth About her husband, without any fear' They all want me to erase All the wrong footprints on The sands of time, and they want To have a better life, A corrected, proofread life, Using my little machine; But will I be the same person Once my mistakes get undone? I press the key, turn the dial And find myself befo

With every step I shorten This sempiternal walk. I'm the only one living This desiccate romance with This desert and its aridity. For a drop of life I beg to God Who's busy granting A million desires elsewhere; And the dry winds whisper In my ears the song Of my despair; but I keep on Because hope can keep Ẏour feet moving. I hear vultures sing The song they love to sing, And it satisfies me to know That even I can be someone's joy. Just when I am about to kneel I hear a whisper 'Look!' 'She has found you before You could find her'. And I watch before me An oasis full of elixir And the assuaging smile of hope Beckoning to me.

After the blustery day decides To draw the blinds on Sully, He tries to close his eyes, But the pictures won't go. His shrivelled hand clutches His last wrinkled wish, But he knows it would slip Like sand; and he smiles. He smiles and watches the ceiling, And the dying patients below, Relishing the last lances Of the ageing Sun through The misshapen window; Sully's eyes take the final dive And a whisper creeps out ''Finally I shall be free." It is the most beautiful lie He has ever told himself.

No more broken toys; No memories of fun; Take me home now, Mother, I am too tired to run. The promises of sunnier days Build the darker lies; Now everyone's a genius, But no one's wise. Take me home, Mother, Let your bosom gift me sleep. I am too tired to run now; I am too tired to weep.