ending each day i feel the same
as if something expected remains unchanged
though i try to meet with every passing breath
constantly searching for something more
i yearn for what was promised, forlorn

awake, i find another light
a day anew, to make things right
i work, i play, i tire, and wake
yet no matter which direction i send my soul
the void, the empty remains, alone

reality is infinite, or so i'm told
yet still, a frightening thought, to be alone
true, i have love, fear, hope, and joy
in my family, my children, a future assured
and perhaps in them i can live forevermore

or is the great illusion the passage of time?
if friends and foes alike are all but one
then lonely i should be them all
i would still exist, striving for more
the missed connection ever unanswered...

for if all of us around the world
are but the same voice, all one chord
then hurting each other hurts ourselves
the journey then is not to find love
but to recognize it inside each of us, as one

i can perhaps take solace in that mere thought
the infinite is finite and lies within
but a moment to ponder, this feeling of regret
is not that i've wasted mere moments, yet
that i, all, have wasted the entirety of it all

for that would be a tragic end, as all ends must be
no matter how long or hard we've spent our lives
no matter how much joy or sorrow we find
no matter where the love envelopes our lives
when the light goes out, there is no more

07/29/2014

Posted on 07/29/2014
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