So, while not cutting like a knife,
Where did the magic go, out of my life?
A sense of awe, a distant memory,
and just like that, in a blink,
We're here, frail and old, I think.
This time, I tried to be better this time,
Yet, nothing was meant to last,
I am still learning the lessons of the past,
Healing myself, skull and bones flag
high on the must.
What shall I do now, and how
to deal with what I heard and saw?