As I sat there in my chair
Accompanied by only a cold drink
Head beaten by the roasting sun
Body cooled as the breeze stiffens
I am left solely, with my thoughts

A past that flashes before my very eyes
The future, dancing enticingly ahead
Pondering errors and achievements
Marveling at the luck I have found
Knowing nothing can change, and nothing should

Day dreaming, I think about many friends
Most lost, through natural selection
Some, but very few, still involved
A distant past, so vivid, yet discarded to history
Able to taste their friendship, no matter how briefly

Switching to various scenes, an everlasting impression left
Prominence given to replaying the best
Upon further thought, they had all been fantastic
Differentiation, separation, an outright impossibility
Calming, as even the bad now appeared to be good

Deliberation after each sip leading inevitably to relationships
Reaching out to touch the meaningful with warmth and a smile
Balking terribly at the meaningless, prepared to forget
Behavior that had sometimes been outrageous, extrovert
Condoned wrongly, by needs and desires and unfulfilled teenage years

Characters who come and go whilst this thought process is cultivated
Drifting in and out of a summers afternoons subconscious reminisce
Falling asleep for a few seconds as fantasy tries to correct misgivings
Awakened prematurely as a dog utters his feelings towards a squirrel
Knowing for sure that life is so present and so instant

Time had come to make changes
Drastic realignment to a steam train now well off its tracks
Thundering down life’s railroad with no concern for its own wellbeing
Out of control physically and emotionally and now running out of steam
The train was now parked and settled in this chair

Uninterrupted as I had been, but fully aware of all in close proximity
Requiring space and solitude for just a little longer
Claustrophobic tendencies created by close proximity to others
Like a caged animal with nothing to ponder but feeding time
I needed out, and I need it just at that moment

My sweat, now running down my back, giving good cause to move
Woken with a thirst that could only be quenched by change
Timing specifically bad, thinking rapidly about the challenge
Jumping away from this place that had been my comfort
This seat, this house, this town, this family, this discontent.