Have you ever seen a cartoon?
A red headlamp under the moon?
The small orange at the end of a cigarette?
Like the smokey cloud of text defining a thought that spells regret
Flowing aptly in the quiet of cricket chirps by a lake
Imagination in place of the memories we create
To live, is it better to have lived as a fake?
In the moonlight and the lime, with red cherry on the cake
A mistake and one avoided
To be toyed with
Till the end of outlined fate
In the box we did not create
A mold cast that will sit and wait
To be free of ➖
What is a soul?
If not the thought like an infinite hole
The fissure of omission
To throw a coin and put your wish in
Well, I wish you well
As I twist out these last embers
The smoke can never last
©️ The Sad Owl