Ten years from now,
My existence might vanish.
All memories, extinguished.
The strive, pride, motivation,
Keeps my soul ticking,
Will soon burn at its' roots.
Of the ever gleaming passion,
That builds a light beneath my ribs.
As long as the battery fuels,
My ever lasting desires.
I'll never know the secrets,
That are left unsaid, unwritten.
I'll never see the days.
The days,
After I'm dead.
I may never see,
Where this life may take me.
Or which end it will lead.
One phrase stands alone,
Life's unfair, unjust,
Miserable, yet we find fulfillment,
In the silly things,
That keep us smiling.
What truly makes life,
Worth the exasperations along the way?
What truly makes the darkest nights,
Worth the entrapment, the prolonging silence,
That swallows every thought,
Draining from the pores,
Crying out the fears,
That keep you living the cautious life,
Society expects you to live.
