No denying it now.
On the cusp
of massive change,
I bow. Submissive
to the winds of change,
the relentless waves
of here and now.
Horizon is golden,
yet still all I see
is the black,
unable to embrace my luck,
strive to even try to fill
this pathetic, empty void of lack.
So tempting it is
to cave into cravings,
the certitude of death despite
knowing full well what awaits
me, us all, in the beyond,
a reset at best broken
by a haunted commercial break,
lost time, wasteful,
confusion and soft rests,
or might I instead
submit to hope,
buried survival skills
commit to a life of passion,
on some stable, sacred ground,
to make myself glow
and inspire either cheer
and/or comfort for all around?
Nature of my cast vote
is obvious,
so I must push
and puncture
through this thick
fucking membrane…