Zones

Zones

Running through those restart posts
Like Sonic through the zone
We run for those we want the most
… the things that we postpone?

Hoping we can start again
Just go to where they're marked
But life, it doesn't run to then,
the games that we embarked

On videos inside our minds
On eyelids backed, they play
Perspective's sometimes hard to find
Control, it gets mislaid

Zigging when we should've zagged
Regrets mass on the list
Spinning through a maze so lagged
Chaos reigns... with gems we missed

With tickets to another place
Another time, now spent
Zones we stayed, a special space
Not having to pay rent

The cost was paid some time ago
With choices that were made
When confidence was running low
Selves sacrificed, betrayed

With thoughts held so inferior
Too fragile to thrive
Beyond a scared interior
Not truly there... alive

'midst memories of Harper Hill
and baltic Blue Lagoons
Derby days that ring now still
with nights spent in the 'spoons

To Denbigh, when I got it right
That one last final time
She always was the first in sight
With others so sublime

Like Flying Horses through the skies
through wind, the Hale Courts
In Ballrooms, where the Black Dog lies,
with truths sang of a sort

With gifts ungiven, substitutes
are granted in their stead
As cookies come back trimmed enroute
Adorned, locked in my head

With trinkets scattered round a desk
To monitor what's been
Remnants left behind, burlesque,
can never be unseen

Out of sight, not out of mind
In memories they play
Yankee Candles burning blind
And gin joints on the way

With faces falling from the wall
Redundant, they atone
leave ghosts in transit for recall
for me, and me alone

Through zones, such wraiths, they stick with you
Regardless how you try
Excess baggage... nothing new
The building blocks stack high

On green zones where we hail from
The hills we learnt to climb
Gameplay handled with aplomb?
… we're running out of time

One life is all you ever get
Continues, they are rare
Regardless of the rings you net
Be true... and take good care