I don’t make memories anymore
It is a way to forget
That I still have scar tissue
I don’t take sorrows from the store
As if a no to the regret
That I still have a life issue
When the helplessness of hope
Is, or is no longer, within me
Then I must go there within me
When the joyfulness of joy
Becomes alone, or absent within me
I know I must search deeper within me
When the playfulness of play
Has arrived at, or left, that place within me
Then I too must return to be there, within me
I don’t make arguments anymore
It is a way to stay calm
To reinvigorate the tissue
I don’t take, or borrow, from the core
As if a no to an endless psalm
You see I still have a desire for issue
