Seconds and years

Brown and dry with little yellow and orange specs here and there. Small enough to fit in your palm. Large enough to swallow your existence. . . but only for a moment.

Faces wither and rivers go dry;

Time and nature have no real pity

For their temporary prisoners.

 All challengers are beaten soundly.

 Some in dragging seconds;

Some in fleeting years.

 

Our fear drives us to delusion;

Our confusion leads us to pretend;

Clocks, watches, fences and buildings,

Medicines, potions and magic spells are made;

Some in dragging seconds;

Some in fleeting years.

 

Resolve morphs into acceptance,

And acceptance gives a mortal peace.

 Immortals are sought for to borrow such peace.

Release of stress must be addressed at some juncture.

For some it comes in dragging seconds;

For some it comes in fleeting years.

 

But, if death is inevitable,

Then why are we here?

Not as warriors. Not as conquerors.

Are we just observers? Then why are we given such a will?

Some stand and fight for dragging seconds;

Some stand and fight for fleeting years.

 

But we are all fighters in this realm.

We are all faced with monsters and demons.

We are all trying to put off the inevitable

By any means; tangible or intangible.

Some succeed for dragging seconds;

Some succeed for fleeting years.

 

What if I stopped fighting? What if I became peace?

What if I were just part of the process,

Instead of the puppy nipping it?s ankle?

Perhaps just a dried windblown leaf.

Swept away in fleeting seconds;

Drifting on for dragging years.

 

Would you smile or cry at my passing?

Would you notice that I?d breezed by?

Would you take a moment from your war

To wonder where I was going? $From where I came?

Would you notice me for dragging seconds?

Would you remember me for fleeting years?

 

Would I matter any less if I was different?

Would the difference matter to anyone but me?

Would matter be relevant on such a journey?

And if were,

Would it be a matter of dragging seconds,

Or a matter of fleeting years?

Author's Note

Smile if you haven't been cut into tiny pieces lately.

Reviews

[Dianah]

Easy to go with the flow when it's good 'but we are all fighters in this realm' so make like a salmon and keep swimming upstream. Interesting questions.

'Time and nature have no real pity
For their temporary prisoners'
wonderfully said.