Do You Fear the Passage of Time

[Willpark]

Do You Fear the Passage of Time

Do you fear the passage of time?
That one day, the flames of our friends,
our family and all that is dear
will snuff out, and leave behind
only smoky remnants of our past?
That with time, what we hold as the center
of our lives, we will push to the edges
of thought, and that what once was so dear
will fade, and all that will remain is hazy smoke,
the wispy intangibility of our memories?
That in time this smoke, too, will clear,
And all that will remain is a sooty stain
In the deepest recesses of thought,
That serve only to remind us of something,
But something that we cannot fully remember?
Clever, and ever evading our desperate grasp,
Our clasping hands, as if searching for the stars
Covered by heavy clouds, or try to catch moonlight
With naught but a jar and a net?

Or can you see that room must be made for room to grow?
That though candles will fade, the sun will pour in?
That the clouds will blow over and ever more vibrant
Will new memories gleam?
Learn from the sun, who rather than eternally chase the moon,
Enjoys his own warmth,
Lest you become the snake who swallows himself whole.