Burning the midnight oil again,
Pulling out memories from the brain,
Thinking of times of old in my head,
Remembering times I wish I were died.
Year’s gone bye, time has passed fast,
Longing for feelings, always to last,
Pondering on friendships old and new,
Some that caused pain others so true.
Exorbitant emotions rush in the frame,
People I new but no longer the name,
Evasion of hurt, in parts of my life,
Remember, good times only what’s nice.
Establishing truths to put down in rhyme,
Unravel the memory let it untwine,
Revoke all the bad things you’d like to say,
Just round the corner solicitor’s prey.
Complex years pass like wandering stars,
Figuring it out can be very hard,
When you have found thoughts in your head,
Burn midnight oil write them instead.