Life
The only thing, ironically
With a one hundred percent mortality rate
Life, it drowns us all
Be it the simple sacrifice
Of the present for a greater future
That is no guarantee
Or the inexorable weight
Of a thousand stresses bearing down

Life
You look ahead
Only to have it nip you from behind
Don’t get caught counting chickens
Don’t lose your mind

I can see my own hands
No further
Only what I am and what I make
My actions become me, drive me
Invigorate
I’ll not look beyond what comes to me
Seeking solace in the momentary reverie