Drowning in a sea of
lonesome fears,
your youth fades slowly into
the wind,
reality of growing old
brings the tears,
you stand alone burying your
last kin.
Living our life is hard to
say the lease,
a constant struggle around
every turn,
wondering if death brings
you peace,
experiencing so much, we
never learn.
Memories linger in the
blowing wind,
seeking refuge to find hope
and strength,
but, no one survives the
passage of time,
catching us all, near and
far, at any length.
Searching, never finding
what we seek,
wandering this cold earth so
ever vast,
time consumes the strong and
the meek,
for nothing but time itself,
will ever last.
Misguided perception of what
we need,
lives wasted trying to
conquer an illusion,
in the final hour all that
is left is our plead,
passing to the next realm in
utter confusion.