Nothing But Seed

Thoughts of the past make me wonder,

how do I make my days matter?

 

I feel the weight in seeing and

knowing

that everything I've ever done

today, 

yesterday,

and everyday before that

is gone

 

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what time I had

has already faded

and what time I have left

is already preparing to pass me by.

 

time is temporary,

a constant vanishing.

but when sown properly,

it reaps an eternity. 

 

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so I remind myself...

my days are for a kingdom come.

my days are nothing but seed.