I sit in the chair of age,
Rocking and reminiscing on the
Days of eld when everything was
Young and the world haven’t
Moved on and become dark.
I sit and think about the days
Where time did not bend
And where the days and nights
Were true to their name,
Unlike now when time is broken.
I sit and wish that I could
Go back to the happy days
Of the past, and I know
That is a impossible dream
For me to fulfill because
I am older than I was back then.
I am wiser to the ways
Of the world and I know that
If I go back, I will not rock
In this chair of wood.
I sit and rock in the chair of
The worlds. I am in the center.
I am in time. I am in life.
I am.
6/28/08
(Inspired somewhat by the Dark Tower series by Stephen King)