To My Kind

-To My Kind-
by
Keaton Foster



Each step
Every stumble
True words
I often mumble
Sometimes
No one understands me
Other times
They get me all too well
When this all seems
Incapable and unrelatable
Persistence reminds me again
Never giving up
Is my only choice
The closer and closer I get
The further away it seems
I reach out my hand
Touching the expanding edge
Such a delicious taste
Further drives my hunger
Wondering what is beyond
What is out there deeper
Than anyone has ever been
Is all that I am sure I have
The fuel for my cause
The muse of all my words
Why I will continue to write
Death is the only thing
That could ever hope to stop me
And if that is the case
If such a thing were to happen today
All that I have ever penned would remain
Such words seem like mountains
Those who have been brave and climbed
Will be closer to the peak of my thoughts
From such a height they will be able to see
Further than any sea
Or any impossible dream
They will know what is beyond the edge
That I am getting closer to all the time
That will be the gift that I leave
To my kind
That will be the sum of my livable life
I owe everything to my kind
Certainly good and absolutely bad
All that has happened has caused this journey
This undertaking of words set to shape and form
Ideas expressed from thoughts that won’t relent
I often say that such a thing is not bad
As I complain my ass off
Ridiculousness aside
This is all required
Part of who I am
The closer and closer I get
The further away it seems
I reach out my hand
Touching the expanding edge
What is out there deeper
What is beyond
I am sure that I will know
And when I do so will others
Who find the time to read
All that I have ever penned
To my kind
These words are my gift
What I have to offer…


To My Kind
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.