An Ode

Back in those days: days that I remember,

When the sun seemed brighter than ever ,

Yet, out of reach to perk up my whole sky,

I dwelled under the shield of a half lit sky.

Along the way, I caught some rays, amiss,

I picked up the pace to chase brightness.

As I stumbled upon doorways half open,

 I was almost there, but not quite, then .

I got myself up and straightened my knees,

Never waited as much to straighten my mind. 

I set out and shaped some frames, half done,

That I pushed ahead with a mind, half made.

As I strived and failed to steady my stack,

The Sun rose and covered me in sparkles.

Feet stuck, I sighed and let go of my heap,

To write down an ode to a life half lived.