Sick of chasing the wind

Love, Barrier, Regrets & Realization of truth,

Of the thousands incidents I storage,
None reflect my mind for courage
In retrospect as days come
And go in this desperate home
Of one instead of two in one.

Sometimes on yonder ground on duty,
I pause imagining how greedy
We're on our first date, before I embark
On this journey that seem the haul mark
To everything my morning joy.

The night now a vampire on me honey,
Sometimes I regret this journey
Indeed not all eyes admire
Heart truly desires
I'm sick of chasing the wind.

Author's Note

We are to value those that love us and their services and affections they render. For when we do not, there are times when they are not around that we realize their importance.