My old Mason jar

I used to have this old Mason jar full up

I could drink it up for days without sleep

I could empty into a pen and fill it up tomorrow

Not but months have past

Now my cup barely fills

Caught in standstill

Lost among the brush without a compass

I walk around aimlessly asking who I may

If they seen my old Mason jar

Full of thoughts

See it was overflowing

While I speed pedal through in a beatnik pace

Gone fast for the living past

Friends and family spent like yesterday’s cash

Of course they haven’t seen her

As my mind rambles on to where I may have put her in my mind

How she felt when I held my old Mason jar

What I was doing when it was full up

Now I can’t seem to fill it up with anything that lasts