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
