fleeting moments reappear
drawing hearts’ ever nearer
to memories that could not withstand
modern chaos and its demands.
glimpses of times when safety held
strong against those who’d weld
swords of hatred and despair
for the revelation once declared.
peaceful is walking on oceans’ shore
yet even oceans are growing weary
with forecasts of dreary, dreary, dreary.
will there be no normal anymore?
when i was younger i felt content
though i was poor and unconfident
the world held moments of normalcy
for i still believed in something free.
truth was shaped by time and wind
as dark and light ascend and descend
in a certain flux of life and death
i bow my head and take a breath.
questioning what do you have in store
for a world that spins in constant sorrow
and worries if we will reach tomorrow.
will there be no normal anymore?
