We are, each of us, a spark

Surrounded by endless night

A quick and shallow breath

Sunk deep into thick, black, blindness

Perhaps this is why we are so unable

To breathe in and remain present

Though we live knowing it’s all we have

And all that we are

We strive with all of our being

For more existence

And therein lose that small, precious,

And only piece we have

Perhaps we live in the past, in the future

Outside of our present, and inside of our minds

Simply because there’s so little room for us here

And so little time

And perhaps we live there simply because we can’t