Endurance

By Cliff Lake

 

Endurance

 

Riches in dreams that I have never held,

To have lasting beauty unparalleled.

Thinking of wars and battles unfought,

Hearts I heard beating that remain uncaught.

 

Islands and mountains remain unvisited,

Raises and gazes remain unsolicited.

All of these settings have their allure,

All are mere fantasies that I endure.

 

Perception shifting as the infirm sands,

Dreams slipping through my wanting hands.

Lord help me to find a cure,

For all of  the fantasies that I endure.

 

Striding across fantastical lands,

Curing the world’s hurts with a wave of the hand,

Learning all knowledge over all time spanned,

Worlds I created overbearingly grand.

 

Retreats assembled from the thinnest of thread,

Retreats I would rather reside in instead.

Is escaping life’s sadness such a crazy detour,

Or is fantasy a madness that I must endure?

 

Perception shifting as the infirm sands,

Dreams slipping through my wanting hands.

Lord help me to find a cure,

For all of the fantasies I still endure.

 

Slip away, slip away,

Where will I go today?

Slip away, slip away,

Take me to where my thoughts stray.

Slip away, slip away,

Why do I linger in the doorway?

 

Islands and mountains remain unvisited,

Raises and gazes remain unsolicited.

All of these settings have their allure,

All are mere fantasies that I endure.

 

Perception shifting as the infirm sands,

Dreams slipping through my wanting hands.

Lord help me to find a cure,

For all of the fantasies I must endure.

 

Cliff Lake 9/4/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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