closer still

Everything ends
And begins; again.
The kind of stuff that makes heads spin.
Gathering up the clippings from when
You had a grip on time to spend.

Vaguely remembering a past before,
Welcomed to the future’s door.
I will be present evermore,
And through the landscapes will explore
No matter what may lie in store.

And if the evening’s message breaks,
Clearly I will observe this fate
Carried out on this uncertain date.
Please expunge the reprobate
And allow life to propagate.

Although the former may sound bleak,
Therein lies a dwindling creek
Eager for a soul as meek
To fix the leak,
And find the peak.