Existence

From time to time I wonder if It’s truly worth the ride To live this life I’ve been given Or trade it for one goodbye… What good are all these memories, Wishful thoughts and dreams When the longer I crawl the farther I fall From blue skies to cold, dark seas? When they say we should be expanding Outward towards the stars, Connecting like particles and molecules Near and far. And yet here I stand a ‘waiting The rain to wash me clean Wondering when the sky is clear Will my existence be worth anything? Does it matter that I’ve loved And lost, the battles I have waged From childhood tears to present fears Of a cold, dark, muddy grave? Will anyone remember A hundred years from now Or even read these words composed As if they matter anyhow? I suspect not a speck of dust or grain Of sand will anyone care That I lived, breathed, walked, talked, laughed, cryed And dared. To climb the peak of Mount Impossible And swim the Seas of Sad Goodbyes; To race the winds of wishful dreams And time while flying bye. What will become of my travels around This tiny blue ball in space And everyone I’ve ever known – Every sad and smiling face? And who’ll recite this poem once more And wonder, “Who was he?” When I’ve turned to dust as we all must Return back to the sea. Of mother earth and universe Womb of One and All While I wonder sometimes who will find I existed once and for all.