Poem!
It's been well over a year since I've written an inspired poem, so I had kind of given up on them. Maybe poetry wasn't for me, I figured; maybe it's just not what I'm meant to write. So I was a bit surprised today to find myself with an inspiration while folding laundry. It came out as a sonnet, though I don't think it's a very good one. But, anyways,
"I Seek"
What is this free-time people speak of?
-- For time is never free.
In its wake lies desparation
-- Not prosperity.
I hold onto what I can,
Knowing that my grasp is weak.
Life's time is too short for a man
Who knows not what he seeks.
I seek with all my being,
I search for what can't be found.
I open my eyes without seeing,
I aim to fly with my feet on the ground.
For only God is above me,
Only by being blind will I see.
"I Seek"
What is this free-time people speak of?
-- For time is never free.
In its wake lies desparation
-- Not prosperity.
I hold onto what I can,
Knowing that my grasp is weak.
Life's time is too short for a man
Who knows not what he seeks.
I seek with all my being,
I search for what can't be found.
I open my eyes without seeing,
I aim to fly with my feet on the ground.
For only God is above me,
Only by being blind will I see.