Limitless

Each day, a life’s memories flash,
each day, a life’s memories haunt
on a journey seeking to heal,
on a journey seeking to daunt.

A treasure of loving hope.
A treasure of deep regret.
A treasure of no more words.
A treasure of fate not set.

A treasure of darkest paths.
A treasure of lighted ways.
A want for welcomed status quo.
A desire for better days.

It’s a treasure at every straight.
It’s a treasure at every bend.
So much to explore and see,
limitless, without an end.

How many times will we touch?
How many times will we hold?
At the bottom of all treasures
lies bareness where once was gold.

Each day, a life’s memories haunt,
each day, a life’s memories flash
as I doubt there won’t be more,
as I doubt this time is the last.