When the day comes calling
And last night’s fears subside
I see the universe in the mirror.
Do donkeys dream of death?
Is the ouroboros aware of the eternal return?
Do pigeons ponder pride?
From the leaves in the trees,
To the sun sitting in the sky,
Sometimes a day is just a day.
But then there are things
That don’t make any sense
Like love and jellyfish.
The weight of being alive,
educated, and empathetic
in 2025 is overwhelming.
Misery is wasted on the miserable,
Life is a walking poem,
And Death comes for us all.
You take a chance
on being happy
even though later on you know you’ll be sad…