Push and Drive

Of passions that sedate you
At the brightest hour
Of people who remind you
Of your glorious past

Of hidden boxes
With the clippings
And the little
Make up box

Of the theatrics of the day
And sarcasm of the night
A little bit of reality,
Thrown in the way

Of the way I look at you
And the way I look at everyone
A little bit of amusement
To make it just right

The part is all ready
I am prepared to play
But perhaps, a day or two
These fools can wait

The stakes are high
And I have myself to please
If only,
The mind would comply
Feed into the passion
Numb the fear blind

Of the one final outcome
And the momentary flight
When objects become illusions
And I craft the meaning of time

Of the curtain call
The applause
And the inevitable,
Fall back to black and white

Of passions
That sedate you
At the brightest hour
And outcomes that lure you
To search the soul dry

Of the exhaustion of unrest
And fighting yourself
Of the song of the phoenix
And the melody of life