To change my path no more the trouble feelings

A Retrospective Glance



I had never noticed
That picket fence before
Behind which lays a garden
Resplendent and divine
I wondered at the hand
That tended here this place
I wondered at the beauty
What lay beyond the path


Upon this path did I now tread
Beyond that picket fence
A world of bloom around me
Scented to the last
Oblivion here does take
Upon its winding paths
A person to revisit
The moments of their lives

A retrospective glance does show
My life now here before me
The subtle substances
Replayed now in reverse
The cocktail I had sipped
That made my coloured life
I felt a troubled feeling
Within my troubled heart

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