Against the Currents
I have never felt so much like a salmon
As I do right now
I realize I am always going against the current
I am feeling the strain
Always, always feeling the strain
I am closer to the end
Wondering just what is the purpose of this journey
Is it to be eaten alive?
Caught by some vicious hook?
Get to the end, find the prize and die
Is that the final chapter of this book?
No, I don’t think that is the parable at all
It might just be that as I swim or as I crawl
I am living for those that will live beyond me
My DNA will taste the future
But what does that matter?
Does that matter if and when I am completely forgotten?
Maybe that is why fame is such a sought-for treasure
This idea that I won’t be forgotten
Weighs heavy on the soul
It surely is not meant that we roll
On a coaster ride of daily inconveniences
Simply to stand in line all over again
I honestly seek a voice, a friend
One that can help me charter these waters
One who knows that sons and daughters
Do mean everything to everyone
One who knows the moon, the sun
Who doesn’t wince at light nor darkness
But simply shares the smile of acceptance
In the beaming twilight of the day