6 Numbers to Salvation

If I could mold the date, Like clay soaked overnight. Return in time to younger me, To gaze upon then innocent eyes, Reflections of the richest mahogany brown, Light catches a hint of gold. Gazing back into defeated eyes grown old beyond their years. Now emanating a brown likened to the battered hull of moored ships long forgotten. Light catches another glint, the final stand of dying hopes. Bloated with the hollow fills of emptiness. Have I any words to express? If it became my choice for me to pick the day, The things that I would do, the words that I might say. Greedy shallowness arises first, Numbers engulf my thoughts. What were the winning digits yesterday? It’s only 6 numbers to salvation. How foolish to believe happiness could lie within. Perhaps Google stock or long shot bets would be more fitting. Learning more has taught me to see less. Unjustifiable hope that shining eyes will illuminate the old. Which set of eyes now guides the other? I look upon myself with jealous jaded eyes, I think of all I’m yet to know, I think of all my lies. I want to scream go learn you fool, Please leave a lasting mark. Energy wasted impressing, I assure you your faction soon to leave, All that remains is you. Let them make you cry, When crying try to find yourself alone. You’re not him, end the pretending, Be you, and not only in solitude, I promise it is enough, It has always been enough. Umbrella provided full of yawning holes, It can’t rain all the time. Poor navigation through my book of life, tear soaked pages of now and then, I shall make no revision to this content, until I’ve reached THE END.