Maddening Swarm

It may feel like it’s too much to handle,

But it’s not time yet.

Your body operates, automatic,

Like a breathless engine,

It shines in the swimming haze and heat.

While your mind,

Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind,

Crumbles and reassembles,

Forgetting its original, innocent form.



No, it’s not the time.

Don’t let your frantic mind

Run you away

From me.

No no no, it’s not the time

You’ll be alright

Don’t let your frantic mind



In our oldest, wisest years

We’ll laugh,

Looking back

At our losses.

Yours, the self-control you longed to

Trust,

Mine, any adequate words to dissolve the

Mounting Pressure Moment.

And in our tissue-paper skin,

We’ll mock the frailties of youth.

And cherish the steel-solid minds

We acquired in time.



No, it’s not the time.

Don’t let your frantic mind

Run you away

From me.

No no no, it’s not the time

You’ll be alright

Don’t let your frantic mind





I know life starts in slow motion

And ends in a fast-forward-flash,

When all you want to do is rewind

So you can relive

Those days we spent

Never wondering about how it all will end

Remember the languid, mesmerizing

Hours we spent, spellbound,

Dreaming of the life we lead

Now?

Don’t be disillusioned

Dreams and reality may

Never synchronize

But someday, we’ll get away

With a perfect day

And we’ll laugh,

Looking back.



The machine hums to the whine

Of the cloud, the swarm

No louder than before

When did it become

The anthem of impending tragedy?

A maddening melody building

In shrill intensity?

Maybe it’s just a new song to sing us to sleep

It’s not going to end the way you think