Hello June

...so hello June, this is not August again

Hello June, 25,714 years ago I realized my fears. I met a dead man and it scared me that I stopped fearing death.
I gave my life to a cause at my birth, the responsibility of one day becoming a man
See, that's where I designed my undoing... The artist that I was.
25,714 is such a large number but ask the Incans, the Mayans and the rest, let your mind wrap itself around the concept of civilization.
They say you March forward... Dear me, I never seemed to be able to go anywhere except back in my mind... Okay, maybe men cry, if you look to notice.

I betrayed beautiful music to embrace a sliver of my craft and seeming family... Oh what a shame; April looked down on me and mocked me, twice in a row, the horrible shame.
They say life is a journey, I like to walk so I stop and look back on my life... 187.5 seconds is all it takes before I self-destruct.
History repeats itself in many ways. I got tired and began to hate it.
In fewer words, I should have read the signs...
Embraced freedom in March, embraced the quiet more in April, made money before July,
Made the journey...
Look at me now,  watching the descent of sunrise.
Back to August... How time flies. 6 of part of it.

A God who never sleeps.
Man will never be God, I slept a lot when the sadness would engulf me.
I forgot...
To embrace family
To keep my pots outside for the rainy days... Oh it rained
To be a man and stand guard, guess I forgot the question I asked "who will guard the guardians, who will keep the keepers?"
To be a strength to the maiden who jumped ship and was rendered nearly deaf from all the noise while she walked to salvation...
To guard myself from the slithering of my own tongue - the 5 minutes of horrors I faced with the one who feigned immortality...

I remember now... So hello June, this is not August again.
I denounce everything I thought made me a man.
Understand that I was strolling too fast on the fast lane.
I see clearly now, all of it
The path from the sunrise
The idea behind the vows
The momentary pause before Dionysus cried
The prayer of that dead man I met those years back, "forgive me lord. Do not, now, let me destroy myself with my own hands."
Hello June, let us rewrite history. 90 seconds is all we need...