In memory of Atlantis

Out there! Down there! Can't you not see? It stands out like diamond light!

But where? It does me no good to blatantly stare so-
Past the pine cone trees! The old worn out leaves filled with forest breeze! Where the cement stops in it's tracks in the presence of the grass!

That path is old and uninteresting to me. Life does not become easier, clearer or present itself a parable to be learned if-
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Life? It comes and forces itself upon taking more than pride, but your once natural stride in the dead of night, this thing you call life!
Set aside,
Out to dry,
Stood still in time,
But still time for you to find-

Well all paths have been seen through trial and error to stand up to life, although your talents burn.

HA! Your tracks have been travelled so deep you have sunk to the height of other's knees.
Your feet deep in the footprints of other's tales worn out, full of repetitive stench, and has become your trench!

Then what makes you so established? Life has not raped you of your inner ambition leaving you with a stare that holds no flare!
Life's terms have given me a home, an income, and a new sense of being.

HA! Life is no ordinary pity after taking what you desire. It holds it and keeps it sill in time.
Your talents are a gift to be opened, It only asks for you to try.

But what of my old self, my money, my Harvard socialites and my-

Be like Robert Frost and pick the road less traveled by!

Will you be there when I reverse my steps to when I felt most alive and continue, to excel, only to fail? And then to what avail?

Talents are yours, even though it will be tolling to climb out of your worn out tracks, but look back at your passion smiling.
Pursue them, But do not look too hard as they had never really gone. Life has made it's move, now it's your turn.
Because this gift is yours and yours alone, a gift you can't return.