Evergreen Creepers

New creeps up,

Behind your ears,

Over you shoulder.

You will hear yourself-

In someone else's voice.

Smile, with a pained heart:

Pending disapproval,

And the elusive, 

skating-rink which is acceptance. 

When new creeps up:

Love yourself like you never could.

Who else is there to love? 

The time of hope and butterflies

Has flown too far away, 

Just like you have.

Horizons are just lines today, 

They are not borders that represent:

Fresh starts from withered heights, 

Where life continues, stubbornly on. 

Yet, when new creeps up, 

You too should be onwards. 

Pointed ahead, heedless of the fact that 

Change never tells you:

That it's the person standing right behind you, 

In every forsaken supermarket line.

Yes, 

Old friends are old questions.

Or, suddenly in your hand

Metal is a savior

From empty conversation; 

In rooms that are portraits of

Nostalgia, not truth. 

New creeps up

and asks difficult questions:

Maybe I'm really a cat person

Maybe I never was in love 

I don't know if I'll ever be?

There are no answers. For:

When it innocuously knocks, 

You will find out:

Lovers are worn concepts,

Carpets, who see too much footfall.

Cats are transient multitudes 

Of lives plagued with

Ifs and buts. 

New creeps up: 
It saunters over, to help you realize

That home lies 
in two or many places.

Your heart's somewhere in between the

Polar forces

of familiarity. 

The forces that take form in all those

Invisible waves and teleported voices,

They seem to repel

All the warm bodies with foreign accents, 

Who home vitality in their strange cadence.

Yes:

Gravity is meaningless, 

when new discreetly arrives.

New creeps up, and

There are no easy decisions.

Time won't stand still,

Not even for me

(Not even in a daylight-saving land).

But as a cold, shrewd, kindred soul once said:

Regardless of which (equally) fatigued path you tread, 

Tomorrow is always a new day. And

Every uncaged bird will tell you that there is

Agony in bearing an untold story. 

Let me say:

There is nothing more excruciating 

Than conceiving an unlived life. 

So be polite and greet her, 

when new creeps up.