MASTERMIND

As I pull the faded  pictures

That I keep inside my  drawer,

All becomes a distance  mixture,

Faces, places, simply stored.

What we remember,

Will lose its splendour,

Like the day to night surrenders.

Leaving only what’s for  real,

A true contender.

Versions of so many  different takes,

Fools us to believe it’s all new,

Parallels that fit all  shapes,

Everybody owns their view.

What we desire,

Will expire,

Like the match that lights the fire.

Leaving only what’s for  real,

Going higher.

Mastermind of this game,

Who’s keeping score,

Where’s the first link of  this chain,

We’re all players, that’s for sure.

As I pull the faded  pictures,

That I keep inside my  drawer,

Many shades are coming  clear,

Seem to be part of the  whole

Leaving only what’s for  real,

They are who comfort my soul...

What we remember

Will lose its splendour,

Like the day to night  surrenders,

Leaving only what’s for  real,

Leaving only what’s for  real,

Leaving only what’s for  real…

A true contender.