Long Live Life.

I give credence
to the voice that speaks
with confidence, cares not for warmth,
nor warmth of tone,
just get the job done.

This evolving work is long,
I know that now.
I know that thirty years
is nothing, not like a five year old
knows or wonders about numbers, or stars
or infinity, but as a man,
knowing that life can be very long.

I want a long life.
I want the job done, right.
Caring not for personal things,
my posessions, trinkets and demons,
or even those creations,
those gifts I kept,
God-given things,
I would sacrafice all on a whim.

Why even my talents, those essences
defining me as me, I as who I am,
I would give away. But still
In my heart I know, I would ache,
and long for their return.

So maybe I wasn't sent here 
to save the world, after all,
just came here to learn.


Cor, Jan 2000