This old chair…

I have been sitting on the old chair for a year,
The battles of my roads always end with fear,

This time in the wilderness my eyes turned,
My whole life reversed & has once again been burned,

Anger, love and names take me from this far place,
It’s like I am always destined to make big mistakes,

Summer, spring or fall I have always seen it all,
Wintergreen of taste keeps me at pace next to the wall,

All I have is my red hair and this old chair…
Least I have something…♥️

a reply to: JJproductions

Wintergreen of taste keeps me at pace next to the wall,

Like a wallflower?

For some reason I think of a song that expresses death of an ideal. Plus I really dig the line about "me and Cinderella put it all together. We can drive it home, with one headlight"

Is that contentment with what we can have and do in this life?
I think so.

a reply to: FullHeathen

Is that contentment with what we can have and do in this life? I think so.

For sure!!! I love that song! It is very deep! Thank you kindly for your reply!