Sieze

In desperation the old man cries,

"Oh God, my father, don't let me wither with time,"

He yearns for another moement; for he's wasted what's dear,

As slave to indifference,

Held captive by fear.

From the uncertain chaos that blinded his life,

He formed his own safety,

A false promise,

Eternal life.

Now he begs and pleads,

For the facade is now weak,

And the truth of his regret,

Renders helpless retreat,

To the desperation of our reality,

And the cruciality,

Of seizing.

Sieze what's been given,

Though little,

It's enough.

Embrace the concept of ends,

All is fickle,

Shielded from none.

Risk it all for your dreams,

But release the reigns you hold tight,

And be okay with new vision,

And new purpose in your life.

For though everything is subjective,

Ever-changing,

And small,

Your experience is everything,

All essence,

Is yours alone.