Escape

Of all flowers that bloom
all wilt and wither
what remains is a memory
of days and rains
what has ended
will return
but in due time
perhaps not soon
and not even in time
to save you
but it shall return
nevertheless.

Dancing in the dark
romancing moonlight
is fleeting joy
soon to turn mundane
and commonplace.
Why
must you ever be happy?
or even sad?
when you can play
with chaos
words
lives.

Love what you destroy
and
sometimes even
destroy what you love
for in uncertainties
no patterns of existence
is life lived
play with yourself
and others too
forever
till you lose everything
become a crumpled paper.

Slip often
willingly
to burn painfully
in the fire
of unwanted existence
till you become a memory
slowly fading away
lost in rumors
and speculations.