Life likes linear,
Yet, your eyes have curved,
your hair misplaced. What have you become?
Your sole imprinted with the marks of time,
changes with the shades of soul. Why would you do this to me?
Stay, I told you, Wait,
but you never did
want to be predictable,
I told you,
Never change.
I was always scared of churches,
they embody death.
My father would console me,
“Nothing lasts forever.”
This I contest!
For how does conservation of matter,
relate to that of one’s soul? and
if nothing lasts forever,
where may I find home? for if
I am temporary in the
test of time, what’s the
point of storing all that
haunts my mind, and my
hands feel light when I
imagine they’re gone, for
I am here and here is now, then
where am I when here is past, and
what's the point of praying for
time to be kind, when it
never stops, is always primed.
There's no real beauty in the
world we see, except the
impermanence of time, that
never ceases to be, for
life is our one great endeavor,
this is my desperate attempt
to live forever.