Lyceum — Reflection


I roam intoxicated, sane but interested in the moment. Noises, music drown the melancholy of my mind. I ruminate on my past and future. Look for hints of my calling that lie hidden inside. Hoping they reveal themselves before I lose time. Regret the loss of youth and vigor. The music returns, the noise bellows and I return back to life forgetting about the one I need to live.