My molecular structure is failing me and
I’m unhinged on the precipice of
reckless and wild abandon with a quiet disdain for the lack of thirst I have for life

I’m intertwining myself among two different places and
I’m there and here all at the same time
but am I anywhere at all?
Am I everywhere like the ashes of my ancestors who got me here today?

Life seems self propelling while people lay relatively motionless through it all.

If we stand still, the world keeps spinning.