Life

Don’t let a little life get in the way of living.
Mortality’s certain, time cruel, unforgiving.
Sure as the winter comes due before spring,
The essence of being is your song to sing.

Stagnated or boisterous, the balance is frail,
The memories you leave long narrate your tale.
Follow the paths if you fear the unknown,
Or follow the wind that will always lead home.

An overturned pebble or leaf on the breeze,
Behold the soft daring embrace of the trees.
A lullaby’s daring clandestine device,
Steadfast but a moment so quick to entice.

But what of the many who drone on the way,
Deny the adventure, too frightened to stray.
A mundane survival, no chances no cost,
Each moment the same, each likely memory lost.

Life’s dream is but fleeting in one moment gone,
Awakening visions too precious to pawn.
Choices to make between life and existing,
Just drudging along or mightily persisting.

Eternity beckons with each blink of an eye,
The path or the wind, each dance ‘til you die.
So don’t let a little life get in the way of living,
For mortality’s certain, time cruel, unforgiving.

Copyright 2007-2008 CZF

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