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I am searching for a purpose,
In this life about me now.
I am searching for a lot in life,
But I just don’t know how.
The world is so wide,
And the future I cannot see.
How can I leave my footprints?
I am only me.
Longfellow talked of footprints,
Reminders in the sand,
But I don’t think that I can make
them;
The waves are rather grand.
One wave can wash away,
A thousand years or more,
So how will anyone remember,
That I was on this shore?
I know the years go onward.
They stretch on out of view,
Maybe I’ll find my purpose,
And perhaps leave footprints too.
The future worries me. Relentlessly hanging over my eyes, and still
I can’t observe it. I can’t see what is to come until it arrives. My left eye
remains closed behind a sweaty palm, while my right peers anxiously
through trembling fingers.
Surely, where I’ve been will affect where I’m going. This philosophy
fettered my mind. The present is just a moment, and the future is
diminishing, like in a giant hourglass. I am trapped inside fending off of the
sand, until I drown in my own debris.
Just as the present becomes set in the past, the hazy future is reduced
to elixir. The elixir of life. Opportunity. Prospect. My present is troubled,
and now my past is as well.
While I fumbled in fear around my hardened past, I unknowingly spilt
my elixir. I was knee deep in life, life that I wasn’t ready to live. My future
was killing my ignorant self. Only nothing could save me now.
I am confused. A miniature ray of light, greater than I, creeps into my
bitter cage. It washes over my mouth, my nose, and my eyes. Epiphany
slaps across my eyes. I was confused, but at least for now the future is clear.
I could have avoided all that trouble if I had remembered to forget. Filled
with warmth, my mind smiles up to the heavens, where it will remain until
night grabs it yet again.