Solutions
require problems.
Problems
require conflict.
Conflict
requires will,
and will
needs dreams
to be born.
Grinding out
another creation.
Trying to add
material
while whittling away
at this reality,
making it show its face.
Nothing left
and nothing gained,
if nothing dared
and nothing sacrificed.
This is the edge of the world,
the wall of ice,
but it,
like everything
is an illusion.
There is no escape
from gravity.
So,
we keep burning fuel.
Fighting until we are defeated.
Living in this
is just
a trick
we’re playing on ourselves.
One drop
in the drink
takes the edge
off of the blade,
but doesn’t dull the damage.
It just makes us take one more.
It’s okay
to muddle through.
We’re gonna win
and we’re gonna lose,
no matter how we play it
it’s going down
some way
we could never imagine.
This is it;
the end of the line.
No tomorrow,
no more time.
Only this moment
to become
radiant.
HG – 2022
