How soon is too and what is in the ocean?
Things I reflect upon when I'm tired and spent
But because I have traipsed into a newer dimension
I must continue its walk, halfway across the floor
Keep in mind this is no lamentation piece or prose
Just a reminder of how I felt this day, or always
Rest for my mind, for it grows ever more weary
And so it is, my candle still burns bright, unkempt
No irony or contradiction, just an endless flow
For now to speak on energy, my body is in abundance
Of which it lends that my mental knife keeps sharp
Varied are the ways we walk, but always, to the same end
Once, a man can give anything, but twice you say?
Yes, a spoken word that is never written withers much
And two lifetimes split, can be housed in the same dwelling
For he always searches for what he can never find nor keep
Unless reversed, and then the time finds him without query
But it does good to not consider all of these such things
For little is to be gathered from judging every fallen petal
Collect them still, and pack them away into a proper box
Then, when the seasons grow short as they will: Remember
Not just that you are dying, but that you have also lived
Some pieces, they fit better in place than others ever do
All, however, have been comprised for a subtle whole
What moment does come now that changes tomorrow?
Many they say, or at least enough to replenish your cup
Be wary about what fills it though, lest drowning suits
Once, or many times, and the air, becomes harder to breathe
Live enough days to figure out that pride never abides
That its a broken thought amongst men, primal and doomed
Also, you will come across many your share of empty ruse
But if its truly something , there will clearly be nothing else at all
So tell it loudly, with all transcendence or simply let it rest
Because there is only one which way in which to speak forever
Not from lips, but from deep within; Unhesitatingly and bold
And I, having surmised to have finished walking, come to kneel
