Exhausted I am by the endless conversations that starts with the empty salutations
Ending with the shameless adorations
Giving way to promises of making a fresh new connection
Only to evaporate on our exit changing back to our present state, our comfort zone, knowing it will never last

As we quickly forget our most recent past
returning to a life that is simply moving too fast
And we remember the many long lost
“see you in Septembers”
And the butterfly emerges from it life of slumber
with the vaguest memory of once being
a cucumber
just before the darkness that preceded this most
colourful stage
Soon another time to remember when we
turn another page in the midst of December

Disturbed I am by the meaningless
“how do you do’s”
with no time for an answer just another doorway
to see things your way
Your strife, your life, your gain, your pain,
your time glowing on yet another saying
just look at me how I’ve made another new beginning
And we remember the many long lost
“see you in Septembers”
And the butterfly emerges from it life of slumber
with the vaguest memory of once being a cucumber
just before the darkness that preceded this most
colourful stage
Soon another time to remember when we turn
another page in the midst of December

Today I’ll lay a fresh flower on the grave of the only
true friend I’ll ever have to remember
It would have been twenty odd years come November
Yet amongst the thousands of salutations, graduations,
enumerations, nothing has stop the hallucinations
of seeing them in all my daily preoccupations

And we remember the many long lost
“see you in Septembers”
And the butterfly emerges from it life of slumber
with the vaguest memory of once being a cucumber
just before the darkness that preceded this
most colourful stage
Soon another time to remember when we turn
another page in the midst of December

Just for this one day as a tribute to the many
who have long past away
Dispense with the shallowness of “good day”
Take just a precious minute of you time
Do not simply auto respond ‘I’m fine”
You are invited to come sit awhile and
share with me that which is mine

And we remember the many long lost
“see you in Septembers”
And the butterfly emerges from it life of slumber
with the vaguest memory of once being a cucumber
just before the darkness that preceded this
most colourful stage
Soon another time to remember when we
turn another page in the midst of December
@Anthony2014mdh30Vibes

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