when your days run out
there is no prize
for more:
for having seen more,
done more,
accumulated more,
there is no final measuring stick -
no comparison tool -
with which to measure yourself
against others
perhaps, history will remember you...
for a moment,
you won't know it,
so now what will you do
with today,
will you fill it
with life
Tag: life
Flight
too much time
is spent in fear,
waiting for permission
to fly,
as though some other
knows the buttons to press
to get us high;
fear kills the mind
as it eats away
at potential -
clipping your wings -
keeping you from the sky
when you're at the precipice
don't ask to be pushed,
take the first step
into nothing,
leap,
let yourself fly
Luxury
the sun burns,
its brightness filling
the October skies,
it is unrelenting,
taking an awful toll
did always sap strength
with effortless ease,
did we not notice its power
in the days of our youth,
is this just fading memory
more likely
we are lying to ourselves,
denying the part we've played -
are still playing -
in the destruction of our world
so much easier this way
to ignore the increasing costs
of our lives
of careless luxury