What have I learned in all these years?
What will hold me steadfast
And comfort my soul as the days grow cold?
Whispers of the heart are insincere,
Said only when accompanied by the devilish lust,
And that nothing lasts forever;
Organic matter transforms from one energy source to another
Yet never ceases to be.
Maybe that is true of love.
Its metamorphosis from something sacred
Into something cold and distant
Is a tale I have become accustomed to.
A friendship of one sided loyalties and
Words of meaningless support
In times of dire need.
Light into darkness,
Love into loss.
Comfort into loneliness
And hope into despair.
This is what I have come to learn in my time on earth.
A lesson I took early on in life,
Yet its teachings got lost in the optimism
Of a better life.
So I start once again,
But with a little less care than before
And a lot less trust
For those I once held dear.
And a mantra that perpetuates itself in my mind
As the days drag by.