Unkept Promises (to and by self)

eyes rest on what they don't want to see
mind's glass fills with what it shouldn't think
disenchanted are the senses to what they have to experience
there is this here and now
this no longer makes a difference.

open arms welcome solitude but it is strangely unforgiving
intimacy with self whispering new anthems of agony
disenchanted with theirs and his own
close your eyes, pulled to the crowd
believe falsely this is your good story

spirited best friend how long can i hold your hand
because you my friend, are not for life
disenchanted is your color gold under the clouded moon
walk away, keep your head high
unwilling but will join your party in gloom

you have what she doesn't
she is disenchanted
you are what he isn't
he is disenchanted
life awaits them outside this lifetime
this is the truth here and now
this truth, nobody wants it.

a thought struck me on the way to work

We choose not to learn from others' experiences but our own
If this is a choice we make, then do not lament time spent learning.

It is not lost.