like yesterdays news,
shredded and trashed
now here light the fuse.
Encompassing the expressions
of all the wasted hours
I've spent in renditions of
too many sorrows.
Why bother repeating
a head on collision
of obvious outcome
with oblivious tradition?
I wince at the thought
of the stark execution
brought on by my heart
with no retribution.
A fatal abandon for
one moment of pleasure
How much is it worth?
Do you have any treasure?
I'll pause, and say "thank you"
but no thank you this time.
An instant is forever
when you've lost your mind.