just an ordinary day

as I heard his tale...

[morning broke]
he was lost
still tangled in time
can’t tell past from present
though the clock was near
as those past memories lingers him still

[the sun comes out]
the day is clear
as he fights his might
and all he can hear is the sound of mist blowing in mid air

[then night appreared]
life brings you reasons
then it keeps your stories
those you like
and those you thought had vanished in daylight

-moenlite-
tales you thought you heard...

*picture:
'Park Bench', Cambridge

[shades]