of numbers and weaknesses

to ponder amidst curiosity and vain
of death-stricken moments
when nothing seems unfolding,
to wish upon regrets that could never
be taken back nor recreated,
on such insanity i lay the deepest grudges
i bear this solid burden
as the haunting truth of my past
that has so long been forgotten,
or so i thought and deeply desire
has once again brought revolution
or conceivably a dire forecast
that in no less time would be revealed
carpe diem, carpe diem!
the insulting whispers still remind me
of an entity i could have unraveled
if not for the foolishness of pride and prejudice
or the complacency of my inner being
who hasn't much to manifest in exuberance
but has dared to act in pretentious solitude
yet now i seek the road of intersecting lines
that lead to irrevocable surprises
that will once again be added
to a daunting memory