Like Tonight

I do not know what it is anymore
I am a stop sign staring at a green light
I am the last loaf of bread at the market
I am the owl staring at the moon
And this autumn breeze knows it

When I went fast it felt so slow
There was a purpose at the end
There was a smile to find mine
There was a dream come true
But I do not know what it is anymore

My fingers refuse to move like they used to
My brain tells me it is a waste of time
You cannot break through a wall twice
Once you are in, you are in
Yet here I am on the outside looking

This is where I reside
Just return to me all that I let go
You can place it at the end of a rainbow
But if you find me a night like tonight
I will tell you it does not feel quite right.

About Paul

I think of my blog as an all-you-can-read buffet. There's something for everyone and complimentary mints at the door as you leave.
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10 Responses to Like Tonight

  1. micqu says:

    I can relate to this… :-/ I hope the day will be brighter and righter and lighter than the night…

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  2. Lee says:

    Probing and atmospheric. I enjoyed this.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Thoroughly enjoyed it. It made me think of a million things in my life that bring me to this place. Thanks for putting your heart on your sleeve for us 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Ely says:

    I started to write my comment yesterday and my phone died and then life happened! Lol! I read this like 7 times! But again, only we can completely understand our poetries. Still- your poetry is life! So so good!!!!

    Liked by 1 person

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