Not Done Yet(Somewhere in the Middle)

Think of a moment, or better two
What time have you  left
For all you're called to do
How many spins of earth
Are enough to cull your hunger
How many seconds from birth
Exist in your walk upon the path
Asking questions of myself
To ensure I don't forget to laugh
All of your inside secrets
Project  to this unclean earth
Boxes, Trinkets, Medals
Symbols of a broken man's girth
In what time I have left here
There is so much left to do
But running will not slow the clock
For it moves just as fast as you
Yet August comes quick for us
When Spring has just begun
Tarry not on yesterday's bus
Today's ticket is collecting dust
Eventually we all arrive
Yet some come with much less rust
My pen writes of journeys
And promises  yet unseen
Whether it inspires you relies,
On your own slate coming clean
I have no answers for your riddles
I only poke away at abandoned fires
And find, I've only reached the middle

Riding the Bad Man's Train

Long ago I rode,
Down on the evil man's train
Oh, what lies I told,
And spread filth with my bane
I kept pace with fools,
Seldom curbed my unclean eye
Tragedies became tools,
How I longed that I should die
No man knows the grave,
Like tasting the poison man's drink
My youth, which I gave,
For years trying to fill my sink
A Book rested in dust,
Of which I had  given no thought
A tin man of solid rust,
Had I become, for the illusions I sought
Now, no heart heard me,
I had become mute to all the world
Left alone in my futility,
Except the Liar's laughter as i hurled
Forgetting my Father's face,
Surely no moments left in this shell
Save Unending Grace,
I would have rode that train to Hell

Only Fools Walk Alone

No one knows
The random accusations
My mind wields
As I rise from the seas
No one hears
How oft the tide beckons me
Tells me lies
No reassurance
For what troubles me inside
Uncertainty sure
Closes the door against me
And what have I
But my thinking man's troubles
Yet calmer now
For even in my obscurity
My God listens
Even in my bouts with Hell
He reminds me
Even in spite of everything
He knows