Cleave

As I sat and saw the present
mirrored on the wall,
it came back to me - the futility of it all.

Six years of augmentation
was to be cleaved at its seams.
Before the axe fell,
an eternity is what it seemed.

Reeking of suspicion
and clinging to the past,
the indecisive mind blanked out
and let the future take its course.

"Severing ties never was easy,"
was all the old man said
and then he was dead.

But I was no old man,
more of a 12 year-old boy
who was oblivious to
the long and short of it.