I don’t want to wish
for more time.
I don’t want to mourn
the life I did not live.
I know that there are only so many
brilliant dawns
allotted to my eyes
and I want to experience every one.
I have wasted lifetimes,
if measured by the time of the less fortunate;
many, many lifetimes.
No longer will I squander days
for I have no more precious a thing left to me.
Time ends for all men
and God tell us
that if we are righteous,
then we need not fear death,
but righteous is something
I have never been.
I do not fear death,
but, I do fear
not living life.
These days
I feel the pull
of a long neglected moral compass
more acutely than in my younger days.
As if True North calls me
back to the Omega and the Alpha;
the end,
where it all began.
So, it is time to set aside
the things that we were,
and ready myself
for what is to come.
This written word shall be
the log of my journey home,
to the top of the world.
I have never been more sober,
or more empty,
like a vessel
waiting to be filled.
My life
is as a
word upon the paper;
waiting
for the days
to be fulfilled.
One day
I will wake
from this dream,
until then
I must dream
for my life.
HG – 2016
