A Recreation of What It Ain't

I can't recall if I ever went this far,
just to recapture a mere piece of my past.
But now it's time to reconsider some things.
Since a reentry into what was, won't last.

It makes no sense to reinjure what's healing.
And not recognizing such is quite reckless.
There's no chance to regain what's been lost anymore.
So you only render yourself helpless.

There were some regrets for being so resistant.
Simple reflections were all I needed to see.
Not a good reason to stay in past memories.
To remedy that empty space inside of me.

Gotta reject all of the chaos surrounding me.
Recently, it's become harder to refuse.
To recover my sanity amidst all of this .
To repair this heart of gold, I don't want to lose.

Do I want to be a recluse?
That really isn't at all necessary.
The question remains, no matter though.
For the rest of the world, am I ready?

Reluctantly, I turn my television off (the world).
A sigh of relief comes over me.
While I sit and relax, listening to great jazz recordings.
Smoking a big fat cigar, a sweet recipe

I have reclaimed my humanity.
I feel like a  person reborn.
Regaining the joys I've always had.
Regardless of what people regard to as the norm.

While others rebel, I will obey.
to reduce the pains I will go through.
Slowing down to react, removing my hastiness.
Although not regular, is a very good move.

Don't desire to repeat any more pains.
In fact, it's time to reshape my resolve.
Releasing that which has held me back.
Receiving the benefits of a problem now solved.

In the recesses of my mind.
As I try to reform others with the truth.
A refreshing feeling comes over me.
As I reconcile with my conscience.