People

People come and where they go
as they bleed to my consciousness.
I remember friendships,
foggy with forgotten faces,
that lasted a fleeting forever.

'Tis difficult to conceive a move
to something better when my opinion
of myself soars. The eagle flies through
the eye of the needle and pierces my heart.
Your presence is misted over time.

People come and where they go
remains a mystery, a Pandora's box.
The road to nowhere beckons bright
to those who believe there is greener
grass on the other side of midnight.