Reality Fading
When young; things were so different;
songs, faded; volume, descending;
at the time; it seemed rather ignorant;
as the music seemed never ending.
Now most music reaches crescendos;
its ending is precise and clear;
describing a similarity in life’s innuendos;
music ends; as death draws near.
Music was the metaphor of physical life;
it would crescendo; then descend;
the embodiment of heartbreak and strife;
a music that seemed without end.
Now I’m living in a kingdom, divided;
some have faith; others, not so much;
I’ve become a victim of a love unrequited;
all alone; without love as my crutch.
My life, recently, lost meaning and purpose;
truth is just lies; masquerading;
life in this kingdom is becoming a circus;
all of reality; constantly fading;
Many past memories have become a fog;
there’s so much I’ve forgotten;
sometimes I think I am life’s analog;
not a child of God, begotten.
Now I am old; and the target of berating;
being unloved makes me cry;
this illusion of reality seems fading;
but only the body can die.
Monty 12.26.25. # 3,124