Control

My eyesight glistens as I stare unscheduled
Forming apertures sometimes.
Rotating vividly with space as their guide,
I try to control my mind.

A written past illuminates the memories
Almost as alive as they were;
Rested dormant for so long.
But I can decipher these apertures –
Memories coded by the tangled thoughts and experiences treading my mind –
To make up this character.

Complete control is naively possible
But dutifully desired.
Giving precedent to boyish dreams
In order to keep one engaged.