One Way Life

Poetry in motion is just a potion,

A notion of love without emotion,

An explosion of words that cause erosion.

So many parts of me, they turn to symphonies,

Abilities that I never dreamed to have.

Half of my memories were lost,

Never to be found.

Sold heaven for a pound,

Now I can go another round.

The ground is my friend, so is the sound.

Dismiss the kiss that overwhelms.

I was born in between realms,

Centuries of mysteries to be solved.

Now I wonder if I have evolved.

If not, then why am I involved?

Thunder never seems to strike men.

Caught a spot and then a friend.

A letter I will soon send,

About how I tried to fly with lightning

Striking the bend. The debtor will soon come to collect.

The public is not used to regret.

Socially, I try to stay ahead.

Nothing that I have done I regret.

Hopefully, one day I will come to my senses,

Blaming my offenses on broken promises of senses.