How I wish it could be

My head is filled with worthless thoughts,
Their nature concerned with ideas
Long expired with time
As if a thought could set the clock back
And permit things to begin anew.

Humorously
At odds with myself,
The rational mind reconciling the truth
And still it permeates everything
So deeply: how I wish it could be.

But I didn’t think that at the time.
I could reread any book I’d like
But the ending is already written.
Take it to the stars,
Their light already gleans differently.

Echo to echo,
Each contemplation reverberating loudly.
My head is pounding,
My eyes wide with disarray,
But it all ends with a sigh of resignation
And even that carries with it
The echo:

How I wish it could be!

-k.r.r.