Before

reflecting on a point of time

Before

I spoke the words before I read the book.
I heard the verse before the music took.
I was inclined to take, but I never took.
Instead, I tried two times, but I couldn’t hook.

I stood intrigued as stone for I was not at home.
I bared a soul alone like I’m a telephone.
I scraped my knee and foamed, nursing my aching bone.
I never prayed to God for I could not atone.

I can’t breathe a breath without the fire heated.
I should have won the race, but instead, defeated.
I stood too close, for I was never seated.
I did as I was told, and then I just repeated.

I had heart before, not diamonds made of glasses.
When cold and blue, no true emotion passes.
All those lies, not truths, disperse like gases.
Begone you sinners, you are not the masses.

I had a friend before, but my friend expired.
He had a difficult life and he grew too tired.
Life with him, we lived as high on a wire.
Though, when we finally came down, the consequences were dire.

I looked at my beautiful body before the age transpired.
Now, I look at a ghost that’s not awe inspired.
He looks through my eyes as my vision retires.
Alas, all the aches and all the pains conspire.

I’ll sprint out of here done before I cannot run.
I’ll unload my senseless heart before I load a gun.
Take all my penniless friends, though I haven’t one.
We’ll say good night to the moon, before the morning sun.