I Write Poetry

Preons*

Slowly racing end of time
Billions to trillions of years to become the entropyanical end
Things are gonna explode...or disperse into the cold
Sadly, but gladly we are nothing, useful to such a very tiny sequence
Breaking apart back to where you came from
The cycle does care about the individual you
Your existence is your only purpose
It is anything, it feeds everything

Dying reveals our lying about our meaning
Lost in our pain is the answer
That our time to repay will come
No need to rush it, if we can
Just let it go
It will take you anyway

Rest, rest your head
You don’t need to speed it up
Take heed and breath in the air
Trust fate and we shall see

Those connections you bridge in your life, the sun that falls on your face
Can all be summed up with a kiss
Love of all things is your only meaning
We are all one
Love makes you stronger
Hold on, just a little bit longer
Rise up to become stronger
Your day is not done, yet




* With Covid-19 overtones, but no formal God, sorry.
Also note, open source poem. :)