The gold | India Patton (11)

I don’t remember the blessing of my birth,

But I do remember the curse that comes after,

Living,

Breathing,

Running,

Eating,

Praying,

For a fix, a cure, hope,

I think we’ve all wrestled our minds this fruitlessness,

Philosophy, chemistry, anatomy,

All stemming a magical combination of fear,

Wanting,

Desperation,

Is it enough?

Oh,

Is the elixir of life so far fetched even a ‘so-called’ King cannot save himself from damnation?

The Qin emperor could not be saved,

Wine and mercury,

Another futile combination,

Life, immortality, is this what I live for?

Why is this obsession,

Fascination,

The reason why so many begin breaking,

Straining for a miracle so hard to come by?

Yes,

I too want this,

Immortality,

Omnipotence,

An internal gift,

No, I don’t think it will stop,

Afterall, I cannot miss the daffodils that bloom every April,

The birth of the baby ducklings,

The red-orange that overtakes the countryside in October,

Will humanity’s craving for everlastingness ever be granted,

In a world so full of unsung beauty?