Simple words, left to be said
Clang and crash
inside my head the concepts are spinning
How do you decide what to leave
for impact, for posterity?
left for others to perceive and glean their importance
If they were forced because of emergent circumstance
the pressure would come from deep within
they would escape like breath
after coming to the surface above
But if I knew for months or years
before the finality came
what fears could my choices allay
or truths carefully chosen
spoken and left to persuade
We fools cling to the belief
that these happenstances won’t ever come for us
that our relief is in the facade of longevity
But it comes for all of us
Sneaking and stealing
that promise to us is so revealing
of how unprepared we truly are
Doesn’t life deserve incredible investment
some statement of divine truths or answers
something, anything for those around us to see?
instead we’re often given nothing that should last
words left of mediocrity
2:11 am
22 September 2011
