A Poet's Conclusion Poem by Max L

A Poet once said,
After thinking for long
„What is good what is bad,
What can one become? "

As he sat there and thought
What the future would hold
In this very moment a memorie was brought
A story, untold

A time and a place he was ought to behold
To get there again his soul he had sold
To the most devlish of all
The devil they call

And t was this place and this time
That made him think for so long
Before saying out loud, whispering along
To the birds song in the suns early shine

„To relive every moment might not feel the same
Once you have done it and you did it again.
But to enjoy and forget,
to remember, regret,
To feel happy and sad,
About that moment you had,
Right in your palm,
When all felt so calm,
That is what its about,
When our mind starts to act out,
What once was so real
Is now vastly conceiled."

What is it for you, that you seek in the past
That you seek for the future or to solve something at last.

The lesson he learned, but learned much to late
Was to live in the moment and enjoy its estate.
Once condeemed by his fate he could be griefing with hate,
But rather keeps calm and hopes for the moment to fade.

For then he can remember,
All of his surrender,
And dive into the memorie
To drift from his own reality.