The Untitled Poem

The Untitled Poem Born to die, we live to dream Thoughts flowi boundless as the sky The world closing in with a cold metal scream As we search for the how, scan for the why Pray for an answer to the problem of living. Our questions are old, desires unforgiving We make love and war, with passionate fury We tally the balance of taking, giving Thinking like judges and behave like juries Cooling our emotions in reason's soft light. We decide our own fates on the edge of night When the time comes and finds us no place to retreat We control our rage, command our fright To take leave of us, casting weakness at our feet To take our place at last, to look back nevermore. The time draws near, when we shall knock on Heaven's door.