It’s all been too much
It’s all been too little
It’s all been a dream
It’s all in the mind
It’s throughout all of space and time
It is
And it isn’t
This thing that I see
When I look in the mirror
Me.
What a riddle
What a mystery
Clues left by history
And all the reflections
Of me
Staring back at me
What an enigma this is
This consciousness
And what it is
To exist
I called myself an existentialist
Because nothing else made sense
But it’s all a process though
All a flow
It’s a grow
An adaption
Us in the making
As we make it
Stakes are high
But we have to raise it
Double down
And look around
There's no time to wait
Your in it
And with it
This moment in space.
If this world needed saving
Would you run that race?
What if the smallest acts of kindness
Are what constantly remind us
Of what we should strive to be
You and me
In little moments
Making magic
Making habits
For the world to see
A slight influence on the universe
But worth it
All the same
So smile once in awhile
And make someone's day
Take a breath
Take a step
It’ll all be okay…
Probably.
-C.H.