Nothing But Seed

Thoughts of the past make me wonder,

how do I make my days matter?


I feel the weight in seeing and


that everything I've ever done



and everyday before that

is gone




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. 




so I remind myself...

my days are for a kingdom come.

my days are nothing but seed.