Something Here

I have
fallen

and I have
started free

with the whole world
ahead

and I have fallen
from the highest climbs

and the shortest stools

always
nearly unable to start over

so one
with what I have lost
I am

and I have stood
still as the wind
and life goes swift past

but today
I am not sure
what to do
or say

the rain
the leaves
the work

the preoccupation

should all be the
perfect fodder

but too many others
already fell this short

and became
life already lived

and I
I am
looking for help
not repetition

there
will be
something here
before I die

something
here
before I
die

something
here

and maybe
not much

I just hope
I leave a few pearls

in this rocky
and sandy
abrasion
that is
often the fill
of my days