Convolution

Gone is an era-
now,
staring at the mirror,
an acquaintance stares back.
A boy,
still wet behind his ears,
or the overseeing doppelganger,
I revere.
The era of precociousness is long gone-
now taunts even in darkness,
the shadow,
whose presence went amiss.
Erraticism and Cynicism have settled in-
undeviating nature lost to convolution;
Once peaceful nights,
are now awaken to the pounding heart.
dejected,
I gaze among the stars
perhaps,
I will catch an eye with a watchful star;
alone,
it might say,
“let’s walk together,
You are alone there and I here.”