Intertwined with my memory
A lucidly soaring melody
Singing the words of brevity
Gently touches my soul like proclivity
A different time of antipathy
Mentioned always in infamy
Which I overlooked frequently
Yet it's not as unruly
It's not convoluted with quick whiffs
Or carved in hieroglyphs
It's not an equation
With no sensible solution
Or an unholy flirtation
With death on variation
Or a search for a fixation
To forget every temptation
Or hope for medication
So I can stop all communication
Inside my brain for salvation
Or a getaway for a vacation
Where I can't escape the narration
Or a replication and an examination and an anticipation
For something better for my contemplation.

But, alas, the times have changed

And as time, this song became estranged
Now, I understand what it means
I couldn't have known what I got
Until it was gone