Forever

I sometimes feel as if I have been here forever
Moving rapidly, and slowly at the same time
As though I know so much, yet so little
And I am everything, yet nothing…
I suppose this is what forever feels like
So rich, yet so poor,

Barring me from this crowded, yet spacious house
Where the entrance is my front door
Although I have come so far
I have yet so far to go
At times, it is wearisome not to see the end of the line
But comforting to know that in Forever
All mistakes are erased
And I can start all over again, a couple of times
Within my own life, exist three lifetimes
Forever is precious, and only comes once
Yet it lives here forever.
I suppose this means there is really no time Here
Just space to do as you wish to do, and create more space
That Forever belongs to no one
You might as well get settled in
And make it all your own place.
-Akeem Lawrence, 4/17/08