To Thine Own Self...

Once familiar, now foreign
     a different kind of quiet
typing to fight the boredom
     as Memories float past
let us see where this line is cast
     as Echoes of the Past
dance to melancholy tunes
     shimmering like heat rising
in waves from the pavement
     Wondering if this is what is meant by
you can't go home again?
     For while Time is but a concept
Histories do come to an end
     All the epilogues and Happily Ever After
can be real or just pretend
     depending on how you write you your Tale
or to which gods you commend your Spirit
     Get on with it but get over it,
don't just sit and surely don't quit
     for Life is what you make of it
Ol' Billy was wrong, not that he was often
     but our fate is not in our stars
our fate is ours to decide
     in spite of them and our own faults
and then we must live by our decision
                  07-04-10