A Passing

Every darkness has its dwelling Yearning for ends with no more the beginning I have words no one will hear I am a stranger no one stays near I took a sip of reality And I question my very own mortality Answers were in half truths most the time Yet it wasn't answers I'm lacking of to find Minds misplace, misused and misunderstood Only to seem familiar are minds in every neighborhood Every footstep marking a foothold to contain a past Relying upon trials for memories forgetting too fast Rather... let it rain, let it snow, let it cover all we know until Forgetting a past is afterall making space for future anew Staying behind in present when presently is never once now We walk ever on forward to only ever come circling back round Wanting much more to find to yet see only the fading light Is time with age a restful promise of eternal night? Perhaps more rewarding when harder life can be An outcome no more as deserving as no one can see We who lived on argues over he who is dead For we who awaits to die... we only knew to live too late And we dwell ever darker into darkness given to us Astoundingly, there is only more we would want ask