Life's Paradox

 
If only I could bring back
those willful days
When the sun shone
bright all my ways,
When the nights were
a fair field to sow daring dreams
And days dawned
to reap them at whim,
My life spread its wings
for miles unseen
and flowers bloomed
all the way umpteen.
 
What’s life but
A kaleidoscopic swirl of mirages
churning transitory memories,
A fleeting moment in perennial time;
 
Now I dread the break of day
Aimless upon my bed I just lay
I mull over many a bygone day
and stress over that fateful day
When a new day with
all its glory to share
come looking for me
And I will not be there!