A Part of My Story

Life is a journey
So long and yet so short.
I walk right along
Looking back and forth.
It winds right through
Ever changing landscapes
And many cultures and peoples;
Some walk along
While others fade out in the mist of time.

I walked by a forest,
With the early morning dew
Clinging to the leaf
As if it were its sole moment of existence.
Alas! If only I lived life that way.

It was then that I decided
To be like water;
Take the shape of the vessel I may be put in
And fill every moment I owned.

No one ever saw the future
And history shall repeat itself.
It is a law no man could ever change
And I shall not attempt.

A sponge I shall become,
To absorb all that life pours onto me.
Tired, I know I will be,
By the end.
But my mother awaits me
At my journey's end,
To hold me in her arms
And put me to sleep once again,
A sleep which life cannot afford
But only a mother can bestow
Upon her beloved son.