Get there soon.
Get where?
Just keep moving;
get there!
I used to know my name.
I used to fear the cold.
I used to be enflamed,
but I’m no longer bold.
In our verdant early days
when we were young and hot,
few of us could see the signs
of pain and death and rot.
Lessons seemed inscrutable,
for we were nearly blind.
Courses often led nowhere
but still we hoped to find ...
... find what?
As we settled into life
(jobs, spouses, houses, kids),
from existential questions
we timorously hid.
Then came the axis of our lives
when choice determined fate!
Insular, occluded,
we woke up far too late.
I used to know my name.
I used to fear the cold.
I used to be insane,
but now I’m getting old.
Be there soon.
Be where?
Just stop moving;
be there.
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