life hunger

my time is not enough
even if i have a hundred years
to explore what life has to offer
to relish the things i hold dear

still so much more to do
more places i need to see
more people i need to meet
more things to get for me

more stories i've yet to share
more music i've yet to make
more experiences i've yet to bear
more risks i've yet to take

more potential i need to discover
perhaps more time will grant my wish
yes, there is still so much more to do
and this is just part of the list

but someday i know my time will come
when my body will no longer last
but until that day i'm not yet done
i have yet to fulfill life's unending tasks

the pattern

i keep on falling
several times in a row
and each time i get up
i tend to stand with my head down low

and it takes a while to recover
to get my feet back on the ground
somehow i am lost
and desperate to be found

and before i get up
i linger on my fallen self
i ponder on the what ifs and what could haves
and let the ice in my heart melt

but yet i get up
with the driving force of my dreams
fueled by hope
and the desire to self-redeem

this time would be different
that's what i would always say
i would learn from experience
and the tragedies of yesterdays

and then when my head
is finally held up high
doubt and fear would visit me
they always like to stand by

so i fall...
i get up...
i fall...
and get up again
this pattern i know by heart
i have the option to stay down and quit
but for know i choose to get up