Until it doesn’t
March 25, 2019
How do we seize the day,
without fearing the inevitable night?
How do we have hope,
in a world where entropy is forever increasing?
How do we escape this labyrinth of suffering,
without fading into the maze of non-existence?
How do I stay whole,
when I’m bound to fall apart?
The crocuses may bloom in Brooklyn,
but the snow will come back.
The carousel keeps on turning.
Until it doesn’t.