In Mystery

There was a time he thought
that he could make a difference.
Time kept running on and on,
and while some things seemed
to change, in some very basic
ways, they stayed the same.

Patterns played in shadows
at the far points of his mind.
Yet age was bringing insight
of a startling clarity.

Refusing to be seen,
he lingered there -
right on the edge -
where day and night
turned to the in between.

Refusing to move, he was moved.
Some power up on high become
the greatest of surprises.
Waking late, and driven to
his only child's funeral.
Mind adrift within
a haze of drugs.

There was a time he thought
he could have made a difference.
Now that difference turned into
his misery. And his life became
suspended in between the realms
where life and death were meshed
in mystery...

? Michaelette ?

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