Passeth

Ancient Winters past
Boring summers roll away
Lazy springs and busy autumns
cease to exist like they once were

I reach to remember
yet fall to forget
to eat and eating
diet is starvation

Tomorrow I will be taller
not in stature
Yesterday I was but a shadow
of what I will be
walking into the sun

Sleep marks my journey
as a karn along my path
Useless
as I will never pass this way again.

Light turns dark
at the end of each day
but I know
that the dark will not last
and my feet are guided by the light of tomorrow
leaving the dark in the shadows behind me.
where it belongs