Dance With It.

A poem about being alive.

Photo by David Hofmann on Unsplash

The thing about everything
is that it’s bittersweet.

I can’t hold onto anything
but
I love the way you slide through my fingers.

It’s so ridiculous,
owning anything.

All I can do is smile
as everything fades into the next set
of everything.
Will it come back?
Will you come back?

Choices.

Both endless and meaningless.

We must be happy knowing someday we will die, and
embrace that fact. Live slow with it.

Dance a bit with it.

But how long, really, did you expect
everything to stay the same? And how
dare you

expect everything to stay the same?

Why are you so
appalled by the obvious?

Just dance with it a bit
and you’ll see.