As you walk down the path,
That's laid out for you.
Ticking off boxes,
On an endless to-do.
Growing weary of chores,
That never seem to end.
And as you pass a milestone,
There's one more around the bend.
You seek something more,
But it seems out of grasp.
Till you come across moments,
That you want to enclasp.
And, these are moments of madness..
The wondrous sky..
Where you can fly..
Feelings, you can't deny..
When the heart cannot lie..
A cold night by the fire..
Heart full of desire..
Watching the sun rise..
Like you, reaching higher..
Those precious few movements,
On the face of a clock.
These are moments of madness,
As memories, you want to lock.