Amnesiac

            After
years of waiting nothing came.
            You
stand and stare out at an endless, silent sea. Wondering. Waiting. Feeling the
breeze. Waiting.
            You’re
a reasonable man but it’s about time to forget the rhyme and the reason and to
change.
            It’s
time for something else.
            The
dream will always be beautiful but it takes more than dreams to make the day go
by.
            The
perhaps and the maybes seem too full of mishaps and could-be’s to make the
nights ever feel right.
            Dreams
are just another excuse to stand still in life and not keep going.
            It’s
time to open your eyes.
            There’s
another world out there full of flatlining ease. Full of contented fools. Full
of foolish, foolhearty full foes. A world full when you’re standing full of
ideas and feeling empty.
            A
pocketful of stories but nowhere to bring them to.
            If
only a brave soul could acquire.
            If
only a dreaming fool could publish.
            If
only someone swimming against the stream could plunge in entirely and strive.
            It’s
time to get out of the raging waters. Time to stand on the shore. Time to wade
around on the sand and calm down.
            Time
to see the sunset without wondering about tomorrow.
            The
little beautiful blessings surrounding you and you’re so damn worried about
taking care of them.
            You
don’t need a pat on the back. You need a legion of troops. You need the voices
of a few whipping up the frenzy of the many.
            Life
is not fair but it’s certainly been fair to you. You’re a fortunate fool. But
the time is up and it’s time to get wise.
            It’s
time to start over again somewhere.
            You’re
old but not too old.
            Hopefully
not too old.
            Hopefully not too
old to start again and build anew.
            The
stories and the point-of-views and the characters and the souls searching can
wait. They can wait just like you’ve been waiting.
            The
world won’t worry about it. They won’t wonder a bit.
            Perhaps
tomorrow you’ll fall into some raging tornado. But today you’re smart enough to
know you need a change.
            Not
for the face looking in the mirror but for the future you hope is much more
clearer.