19/7/2008 - sigh...

the tuscan sun earnestly set in italian backfall,
a place of tranquil peace and dreamt aspirations.
a source of hope perharps,
of much possiblilty as stopping time.

fate.
synonymous in turn like the rising sun,
unstoppable,
irrevocable.

how to fathom a positive diffusion?
one less of insatiable bliss and delight,
but of cosmic relief,
and freedom from phases of temporary facades?

the irksome linger in the mind,
the exhaustion tires every muscle and bone,
but yet things stagnate in place and time,
art thou paying debts on a previous life?

one of niggling pain and misery,
one of rigid hesitation and atrocity,
where all the dreams aspired a mere fantasy,
is it too hard to dream of mere mediocrity???

a determined stance,
a calming pretence,
it will all fade away,
haunting,
taunting,
manifesting.

it may go away, but it always comes back