I wish not
to contend
it's a sign
of inner weakness
to bend
towards that which
is indulged by those
in discontent

rather in my silent way
learn to strengthen
my zeal to live
to life's beauty
my heart to lend

vita brevis
tempus fugit
carpe diem

at dawn the flowers blow
at night they weep
the hours are lent
for but a while
too soon does end
the sweetest smile

I should learn
to understand
as I  stand
on shifting sand
the tide will rise
to wash away
all that's on the strand

I'll be left
staring at the faraway sea
wondering its whereabout
and where it would end.