Technicolor World
Location
You never really know where life is going to take you —when it will move you
from circle to circle
searching for a spare but returning in kind
You never really know when will be the last time
the last kiss, last word, last breeze
the last sight or last touch,
the last breath
We get caught in a web of routine
stuck in wayward flow
but with each fleeting moment
we waste or hoard
We could be living the last of them all
the last of the spring or the last dew drop
the last sweet embrace
of nothingness
Never would it be known
until the curtrain drops upon the deaf demise
of our technicolor world