No more words to follow the deeds
No more ambition to follow the passion
This is the life we lead
This is the path we heed
Another world takes the life we knew
The edges wash away with these western tides
And all that isn’t fully a part
Falls apart
It washes into the oceans below
A young man might call this loneliness
And older man might see this and understand it
But one is all we need
And most often, that isn’t even
A part of the deal
This is what you become
Whether successful or
One of life’s beautiful losers
This is what you choose
This is what you witness
This piece of life is no longer mine
This piece of my heart is no loner fine
We follow the path that is lead
And we sink just like it
Until the day we wake up dead
The heart learns to obey
The mind leads the passions astray
The body bends day after day
And the soul, if lucky, awaits its reckoning day
We see the time has come
If ever it’s to come to pass
To pass onto our seed
If there’s some hope for our soul to last
We let life bleed away our worth
In order to breed this child its birth
And hope and pray that maybe one day
Those dreams might manifest their best
Through this glimmer of life before it too
Becomes yet again part of this becoming earth
ⓒ 2008 Shawn Michael Quinn
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