Step Away

I care to sidle along Numerous instances Of lull and displeasure, To more fertile grounds Beaming with vitality And sweet memories- Nectar so impassioned As to arouse my bones, Drifts down ichor-like A fountain of youth, And ambrosial recounts Feed an ever-turning mind And sate a desire for past. A Step Away From Conventions and Normality That Burden my shoulders With Such Aggravating Weight consuming all too Much Of My Time Here on this brief visit; Why Waste My Mortality On Such trivial ages of absent passivity? A Step Aside