Puddle Of Complacency Poem by Kristeta von Popper

A man falls to his own complacency
Once he was a river
Running clear
To an unseen
Destiny
Full current of life he believed
In his own possibility
Time moves on
And he stagnates
In his own
Complexion
Remunerating in his mind the
Long lost intensity
Of his life
Lost
To his inner most fantasy
Where he lingers
Waiting for time
To take him home
Thinking
He has achieved immortality
He grows old
And heavy
No longer
Reaching
For a distant star that
Calls
Out to him
From the
Galaxy
Of full potential
Unlimited
Access
To
Believe
To
Know
To
Be