there is no love I have today
but only the tired acceptance of pain
that is totally the world's domain
I love being alive
I love having consciousness
but how can one love the world
without the strength of a lion?
how can one love the love
when one is old and totally played
and one's time is past
and one has had one's day?
you are tired
you are true
but in a world without mercy
you are surely through
how much I loved the things I've loved
but I'd give nothing to do them again
I possess them in my very soul
those days are with me and will never go...
if Life is continuous and the quest goes on
and all the past has been accounted for
up to this very instant
then to renew my quest
I must go deeper
and start from there
the clean slate requiring many wipes
I'll wait patient to discover
I'm in no rush
there's no hurry to the always now
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.