Time to face the music

Never mind the bleak landscape…the overtures of impending doom

For gay sunshine to trickle in – these leave little room

It is for you to stare back at what you’ve created

For bringing on a state which you’d once hated

Get a grip girl…can’t you hear the clock tick?!

Look up, brace yourself – it’s time to face the music

Wafting bits of memories – entrenched in the deepest of thoughts

Jumbled jamboree of emotions – exposing some obscure knots

Sorting would take time…but have u even begun?

Do you let that evasive mind just escape and run?

Delay will turn into decay – the mess will make you feel sick

Don’t do this to yourself child– just go face the music

‘Plans of action’ rotting on crumpled sheets of past

Resolves that grip the moment – but never seem to last

Knowing what to do - but not doing it at all

Running without looking – sure to stumble and fall

Impulsive choices, stifled inner voices – all for the momentary kick

Something you should’ve done long back – be brave and face the music

Promises from a bygone era - shimmering hope now jaded

The dreams that this soul once nurtured – have they all been raided?

Divine potent lying unused – how it mourns and molders in damp mire

The un-fanned spark seems to silently die – even before it turns into a fire…

You weren’t sent here for this – let this discomfort nudge and prick

Before the melodies fade into oblivion…It’s time to face the music…

Warmth,

Ember