Days of meaning

Where did they go 
The days of lonesome bliss
When solitude was a priced jewel
Sought after with the yen of a thirsty deer
Looked forward to with the eagerness of a hound
When focus on goals 
Impelled self-isolation
When the paradise of empty spaces
The serenity of loneliness
And the company of the self
Were akin to a masseuse’s therapy
To a body sore and sapped
Where are the days of meaning

Where did they go 
The days of flawlessness and ardor
When one’s own imperfection’s perfectness 
Dread upon one descended
When panic awoke action 
When savored were the journey and the destination
One with embodied involvement 
The other with a joyful critique
Where are the days of meaning

Where did they go 
The days of responsibility and accountability
When knowledge begot ability
And heed was paid to purpose’s tangibility 
When work and worker were akin to bicycle and rider 
And goals bore inspiration
When sideshows met a blind eye
And elicited not a second’s fraction in the mind
When action spoke and words took a seat 
Where are the days of meaning