As I Grow Wiser

let my soul
become captive
fearful of dying
…one day
i will soar
tall as the tide
lets me go, fearless
of tomorrow looming
like the four
horsemen galloping
across the sunset,
into an onyx sky
with stars telling me not to be
scared of God’s big rocking chair,
so i
saddle up
and ride on out
like a daredevil
atop the universe…
things i haven’t
done, history
i’ve yet to become
(never to succumb
to slipping into oblivion)