Stone Tablets

Carpe Diem
But what if there was no day to seize
no tomorrow to live
and no life to claim,
where then would you go?
Your journey written on a slate untouched,
waiting for the chisel named experience.
But you are cautioned by the daunting hand of failure to mark it,
so you ponder your first move of the pawn
and pray to the sky you were told houses a giant.
This is your life, flowing past as if the levies broke.
Flood fates opening around you leading to a watery abyss,
and still the chisel lays at your feet, patient...
But you fear mistake when you should embrace it,
as lessons are highlighted through misery.
Yet you only see the loss in the teachings,
for it is synonymous with the sins of the father.
Idly waiting for the spark that will never arrive,
for you have never struck the flint to light the fire.
Squandering a priceless gift in fear, you atrophy
your world, your reality, a box around you.
Sealed with tape seeping with disdain.
But within your last hours, the seal is broken
and you find your stone chiseled but not by your hand
as the signature is not your own.
Time was the mason that carved your existence,
and it only speaks of your gluttonous waste.
You let the day, the year, your life, seize you...
So live, Carpe Diem