a glimpse reflected back in crude renewal
of moments taken down the path of half-mistakes
recurring only in extended motion, dreamlike, cruel,
as though deception were the only way to soothe your aches

a trace of weakness bearing freedom as a shadow cast
upon forgotten choices surfaced with a hope all silenced through
changing the course of nothingness to a mistaken, lonesome past
remembered not for anything but nothing to become more true

then pain so endlessly back circling fraught delusions to escape
that sole existence clustered in outnumbered days of desolation
trying to move from one to zero to a pace of steps taken too late
a life lived in attempts to chain yourself to something more than just illusion.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Path 5’ by Max Richter)