Equinox

A brisk stroll to where heaven knows- in this bitter cold- and bittersweet memories haunting me- A fist full of cash- in a dash- and I'm wasting coins- on things that don't matter- to me- Can I be that hollow- or that far removed from humanity- Sweltering summer comes- and instead of complaining of white snow- We complain about the enveloping humidity- And when spring comes we complain about the stench of black orchids to no avail- so when fall comes we complain about the leaves that have fallen from the trees- Equinox- trapped deep in your mind- and trapped in a box- Equinox- trapped in an equally measured cold shiny box- Equinox- trapped in the trappings of what you have- and what you've got or gotten-

Our early teachings have long been forgotten- Equinox- Trapped deep in your mind- and trapped in a single solitary box-

And when opportunity knocks we travel a brisk walk from the have and have nots.