I wish I could delete
All the memories there are of me.
And just start all over again.
Because people say scary things,
Life is a gift you only get once.
As if death is a waste, even though
The universe and all it's energy
Wouldn't really care either way.
Because nothing ever really ceases.
Old souls who tire of a world that came too soon.
Those who just don't know
How to deal with it all.
Bombarded by flashy photos of
Things you need to buy before you die.
Smiling faces tainted with lies.
But you still have to play really nice
Or risk the judgement painting their eyes.
Puckered and contorted,
Not ready for every thought you ever said.
I cannot control these words,
But somebody gave me language.
Here you go, now you're on your own.
You have to stick around.
To live on for the people you loved.
Avoid the hurt and pain a funeral would bring.
Nobody ever wanted you drape yourself in black.
And I never asked for this!
Although I'm glad for having had it.
But, is nobody as tired as I am?
Of having to experience everything
Through the tinted lens of emotion.
Live through another day of having to deal
With a situation you can't even begin to control.
Where your very life is no longer in your own hands.
And aren't you ready to leave yet too?
Or have you not learned enough from this journey.
I understand a path is to be walked by one alone.
But we have evolved beyond mountains already,
Whilst mountains still overtake the sky above us.
Having climbed to keep a ceaseless climb,
Are we not tired? I need to catch my breath
Over the next millennium, I'll see you in the morning
Of the dawn of the next Earth as evolution
Resets time, and I exist once again.
I'll see you then.
Emily Beck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-tomorrow-morning-rough/
