My spark is dying
I can feel the passion drying
I’ve grown weary of the prying
Into matters that make no difference to my life
What happened to the yearning?
When my soul was always burning
My mind constatly churning out
Ideas that I fashioned into gold
All the stories left untold
All the songs left unsung
What is was to be young
My thoughts are ossifying
Barely breathing, only sighing
What was once electrifying
Is a language I’ve forgotten how to read
Magic used to rule my lands
Now I settle for sleight of hand
I used to feel, now I understand
Logic locked the door and hid the key
All those trails left untread
All the waters left unstilled
All the fantasies unfulfilled
What it is to be skilled
I want to turn up the music
‘Till it bursts right out my pores
Be driven like an infant
Chasing adventure on all fours
Hush the nonstop noise
Escape through secret, golden doors
Enough daydreaming, back to your chores!
I’ve tried to numb the aching
Seeking anything heartbreaking
Intentionally mistaking
Entertainment and engagement for the truth
Drank from the wells of knowledge
Came out craving only solids
Now I’m dependable and stolid
Parched for parchment, handrawn maps, riddles, and clues
So many ideas, so little time
Stumbling towards the finish line
Mumbling my unfinished lin—
Jeremy Koloski 