Tangled Vines

A meditative poem of mine ("The tangled vines that slither through my mind...")

The tangled vines that slither through my mind
Have grown longer and deeper over time
Leaving me singing a song with no rhyme
With a voice that I thought I had long left behind

The loving, The hating, The smiles and the tears
Wise words of my elders, Advice of my peers
Paralysis caused by imagining fears
The memories fading with passage of years

To get what you want always comes with a cost
The sadness at thoughts of my paradise lost
My numerous habits; The herbal, The sauce
The warmth in the numbness that comes from the frost

The smile in the eyes of a child with their toy
The difference in mind of a girl and a boy
The smile of a Judas preparing his ploy
The tears of sadness, and the laughter of joy