Catapult days

You'd stare at all your other selves,
standing like a row of dominoes.
Who would yo recognize now?
Who would you let go?

You learn to step between thorny weeds,
but there were scars that still bleed,
You lost count of all your sobs,
tears shattered like a band of stars.

You love the bread and butter,
Yet forgot that there are still better.
Always feeling under the weather,
Unsteady as the moonlight on water.

Why do you carry the loads of tomorrow,
with your mighty strength of today?
Worrying doesn't unload what lies tomorrow,
It empties on what it holds today.

Conjured catapult days.
Bittersweet moments.
Fleeting thoughts to an uncertain future,
takes a quick Detroit to the past.