| The Heart Will Die As Well |
Sometimes,
I feel like a battery-
A power source
For all anticipated rage
And sometimes,
It’s an electrical storm
That brings me
Back to my senses
After hours well spent
In contemplation
Of the things that
I have not yet found
the means to change.
Eighteen years ago,
I’d never have felt this way-
But then,
There was a time
Back then
When I’d have found myself
All too grateful for today.
For insight granted,
All my expectations
Would not have failed me then-
Though I haven’t yet decided
Whether I’d really
Want it that way.
The sun will rise,
And set again-
And I might find
That still,
Nothing has changed-
But I will not regret
The education
I have found
by all my yesterdays-
And I will keep
Anticipation
Close at hand-
And look ahead
To all that I have
Not yet met with
On my way
Into tomorrow. |