Poem: Years weigh differently in the heart

fiery surface of the river shining against the blue sky

golden pathway leading through the forests

- dressed in the autumn cloak

you may not notice it at first, but mirrors disappear

in the light of the nature at its finest

shadows of buildings haunting the dawning of the day

and I keep on singing the old familiar song about aloneness

lyrics lay on the tip of my tongue, can taste it in a kiss

our history is soaked through and through with blood spilled

yet the oceans remain deep blue and green

of todays' blood maybe the next generations will speak

they will be the judge of the fools we've been

it's up to them to select the books they will believe

much remains unwritten and unsaid

death still scares us, we keep distancing ourselves from it

until it reaches somewhere close to our hearts

how many days do we have to spend

before they are worth something to us?

how do you count the years

when they weigh differently in your heart?

we prefer to value something when we start to lose it

how many paths will we discover

before we find the right purpose of our lives

and decide it's time to follow it

will we ever achieve everything we set our minds to do

or are we just chasing those shadows

of dreams long gone, the ideas

that keep on slipping away

soaked with tears and sweat

how long before you know the role

you were meant to play?

maybe the one you never would have signed for

can you still recall the feelings

of all the masks you threw away

having learned everything or nothing at all

striving to keep the picture together

the over-valued science of being busy,

successful, yet poor in original thought

in the long run, the question is

which memories matter most?

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It's a coincidence that this poem came together on the threshold of my 30s, but it's influenced by the books I'm currently reading and the things I keep on pondering.