By Marcus King
I laid to rest in peace another year
With all its dreams turned memories.
They all roll by so quickly
Like stones under rushing water
Only noticed when they’re gone.
I sit by the rushing waters of new streams
Planting seeds of life for a new me
With the same old thoughts turned words turned actions.
No wonder I still feel like a newbie.
I seek the good life of needs satisfied
To quench my thirst to be alive
But when nothing hits the spot
I begin to believe it must be the spot I’m on
And every year I say I’ve been in this position for far too long.
And if I find there’s a need it cannot meet
Then maybe this is a place I should not be
Too many times I’ve tried to get all I could
But I still come up empty
How good is good if it’s always temporary?
I used to sleep walk just to live out my dreams
Sweet dreams of bitter nightmares
Searching the stars of their infinite vastness
To fill the infinite void
Till the infinite one found me
Under the veneer of the eternal dissatisfaction from the temporary.
I was chasing dreams, selfish dreams, selflessly
Till I lost myself eternally but he saved me.
Now I’m swimming in the stream of new dreams.