By, Sean Frank
The sirens sing a lamentation
Of years where we brought ourselves
To a hellfire
Of calcified hesitation
And maybe someone else
Is singing the same song
And maybe someone else
Is feeling the same sense
Of longing
Maybe we have the world
Perfectly worked out
But maybe
Just maybe
The best laid plans
Are the plans
We never considered
Because the bitter pill is
We remember the moments
That didn't seem like
They would ever be
Worth caring about
So let's push
Into the peripheral
Edges of our mental maps
And locate the monuments
Before time witnesses
Their moment of collapse
Some things can be a struggle
To capture
After all
We live inside the shutter
Of a camera ever unfocused
As a result
Our blurred perception
Is forever in correction
As we self-medicate
While we wait for the effects
To elevate
Feet planted
Firmly on the ground
And we can rise
And we can certainly
Fall
But most of all
We ride the waves
And let the wind
Carry us away
We have lived for tomorrow
But sometimes we
Let the pressure of time
Ease into the distance
As the day becomes a beacon
And we shine inside of it