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
///
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.