fragments

green, yellow, red
sudden halt to a moving beat
staring at the debris of my wrecked self
picking up the pieces
as you rain and gutters the remains of a soul
if i step on a pedestal
would you see me clearer
and remember a forgotten memory
that once meant more than nothing
instead of tucked among yesterdays
lying lifeless between torn photos
scorned under your drizzling vague beliefs
a faint smile thats barely visible
clinging to fragile threads of rays
......
if it takes an eternity
then why can't the beginning be now?