I ambled along the edge of my days
Patience is a virtue they say if you know how to wait
but my life written past compromising my fate
burning light in a waste of a daze
served a master in memories graze.
But so hard to let go of the passing of life
Time’s a cruel thief they say but none has been taken
when I gave it away or it was most forsaken
clenching strong to the edge of a knife
thus neglecting to keep ‘self alive.
And what I seek if a master of winds
Life to be lived not controlled they say but I yank
and I push while I gulped and I drank
dragging stories behind with a glimpse
of my life just one set of footprints.
So I drift on these places that passed
Renew, release and let go they say while you can
does not matter where all things began
while I question how long all will last
living life between present and past-
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
― Søren Kierkegaard