Into the deep that is our future’s tears.
And with it takes today’s distinctive scenes,
Things that matter.
And slow creates tomorrow’s might have beens.
But with the passage of this fleeting stuff
Emerges bold a word – enough’s enough.
No longer now content there comes a yearning,
To make a mark.
To light the dark.
The heart’s response to life’s perpetual mourning.
Mourning for what is not but yet could be
If courage tamed our mediocrity.
And fearful too in case we reach the death,
The race full run.
All said and done.
And life laughs long and mocks the missing breath.
So let the morning come and start afresh,
Free, unfettered, loose from tangling mesh.
Time to leave this place and ‘brace the distance.
Stand in the square,
If we but dare,
And banish any whiff of man’s indifference.