Ashes to Alive

What it means to be human
is still the greatest
question, even when we
believe we know why

Sunsets change, on the daily,
burning extensions of
primary colors sewn within the sky,
as we’re passing underneath.

We go through our lives,
trying to refrain,
from not remaining the same.

New colors are in,
with every passing season.

And we’re still
chasing an elusive fountain.

Transforming with the seasons,
we’re a living paradox,
preaching, “you only live once.”

Getting greedy, aren’t you?
Can’t have just one,
you steal two.

Our time will come.

We’ll close eyes.

Of that, I’ll admit
I’m petrified.

At least, I know,
I’ve risked falling,
continuously high balling.

Even if it doesn’t count for anything,
I’ve helped someone,
walk to the brighter side
of an average street.

Maybe, that’s all we need.