Word Play

the words fell frantic, and I listened again stone faced as usual. while my mind ran back to some place I used to remember, a place I often think of on those days I can still believe on those evenings I dare to wander... what has become of these reasons for living tattered and fragmented they all seem to be, hung on the lowest rung of reasons reasons I held onto now balancing precariously between darker and vague, listless and dying with each captured breath, thrown against the wind for later, or never and yet, I hear sounds same as before, blending the past and beyond wrapped around today meaningless worthless, word play …