Maybe we can speak of math.
How it could intern your path.
It’s time to discuss certainty.
And your plight to become free.
You live in dread of your return,
To the home that’s been adjourned.
Your ways have left you out of options.
Your life has run out of concoctions.
Your fun, alas seems to be ending,
Despite your wish for its suspending.
You flew too close to the sun.
Your wings melted and came undone.
It’s been a while since you fell down.
You’ve lingered long upon the ground.
You’ve been in hurt and lived in shame.
Around there’s plenty for the blame.
The heights to you have been unkind.
Back here that’s far from what you’ll find.
The concrete in your pedestal,
Is not something regrettable.
T’was life poured from we to you.
It’s there in wait quite firm and true.
We’d gladly give it all again.
Differently this time from then.
We’ve grown wiser as have you.
That’s how nature gets its due.
We’ve seen your turns from hopes to fail.
Resilience is your holy grail.
This end is not quite as it seems.
It’s time to do, it’s time to dream.
Take a minute, be aware.
There’s a freshness in the air.
There is the sun you are, within.
This end is where you will begin.
http://www.therememberings.com
© 2026 TheRememberings Ltd.