Folks say you just know when it’s time
But that now is a ruthless rhyme
Friends chatter about highway tunes
But you just know that’s not for you
You look through your camera
And wish you had no criteria.
You gaze at the impending valley
From your far view on the mountain
Is this the enchantment that stays
Or the spell that fails only to fade?
Is this the bow that always binds
Or the bond that may never be tight?
Atop old thoughts are misconceptions
Fragments of believe and questions
Pieces of numerous nothings
With the euphoria of new things
Soon troubling the firm fittings
Of past trust and zero misgivings.