The words
they just come
along with a need to put them
on paper and to some
they will make no sense
but to others they will
enter in to their
souls.

Someday somewhere
along the way what I have done
and what I say will be
read and heard affecting those
who have read me before
knowing that I had
something to say
on this day.

There is no escape
from reality and no one
can run that fast
or make paradise last
as the years just
keep disappearing and a stop
comes to our
cheering.

Is this really
how it is supposed to be
going through life refusing
to see what is right
in front of us
as we crumble into dust
longing for that last
seemingly unreachable
lust.

The biggest killer in the world
not be wars or disease
but suicides as so many
both young and old choose
to end their silly ride of reaching
for that pie in the sky
having had enough pain
and so much rain
and even those with great
worldly gain choose
to sustain.

Me, I just sit here
as my thoughts emerge
through my fingers and
on to paper
knowing that I will be here
for awhile longer
hoping and knowing that
someday somewhere along the way
I will find the answer
and the reason why I am still here
and why I hold life to be
so dear.         Jon York             2012