Not For Me To Know

Being, knowing, feeling…

the fact that you live, breath the air,

feel the warm sun on your skin,

but forever wondering why.

Was I always meant to be,

am I just the roll of the dice,

or something else:

Something unseen and unknown

except perhaps by that energy

we call the soul?

Young, you never notice the hands of the clock

forever ticking away the moments.

Older, they become a bit more bold

but you push the sound away

and try to ignore the tick, tick, tick of time.

And then one day you see it,

waiting patiently at the doorstep.

Part of you says it happens to us all,

while another part finally remembers

all the wasted hours

and the unsung songs

you always meant to sing.

And finally, you know the child in you

would have been frightened

while the young adult

would never have ventured far,

exploring life as best it could.

Instead, the shades would stay shut,

and the cocoon surrounding you

would never open.

We are but star stuff, born on this earth

to live and die just as the suns

everywhere in this place called a universe.

Perhaps when it’s all said and done,

we become like the star,

creating something

or someone new with our death;

a super nova on a much smaller scale

with the passing of time….

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