Retreat

Sometimes when we go on vacation;
we just want to get away;
we don’t wish to travel across the nation;
we just don’t want life in our way.

Our mind, filled with troubles and worry;
we need some inner protection;
so all our thoughts seem to scurry;
in a totally opposite direction.

Thoughts, overwhelmed by life’s competition;
and the accumulation of its defeat;
we become victims of life’s war of attrition;
and simply want to retreat.

I find myself in that place in my life;
no longer just needing vacation;
exhausted by life’s worries and strife;
I must find a new life station.

I’m like an enormous military force;
fearing an imminent defeat;
desiring that I return to my source;
and my buglar blow retreat.

But I cannot get away from it all;
my failures seem to abound;
if, I, only a single victory; recall;
its thoughts; myself to surround.

All past is the composite enemy;
unforgiving in all things of me;
I can no longer live in enmity;
some other answer must be.

We all must find the strength to go on;
for we must never accept defeat;
love must survive; and enmity be gone;
and the buglar never sound retreat.

Monty 12/16/20