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.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2015
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