May be...

Maybe
that's a sign to start new.
Maybe
I've been trying too hard to.
catch a flying bird,
sparkle - shine the dirt,
trying to hear what can't be heard.
Maybe
I've been too slow to follow.
Totally fixed on tomorrow,
I'm busy but I'm broke.
And hopelessly in hope,
the future will be bright
I spoke.
Now as I'm looking in the mirror
all that I can see's a wilting willow.
Wondering when it was that
I first lost the course,
only out to win my little wars.
Midlife, they said, is a crisis
and my youth I used to ask, "Why is this?".
I used to complain,
"life's too small a painting,
but I will paint the frame"!
Maybe that's the time to start new
I cannot think of what else I could do.
All permutations have been explored to death,
let's leave and take what little's left.

Dodo Knishi