What Is Life

I’m stuck in my thoughts
The walls of my head barricade against the moving waters
That call themselves
thoughts
Thoughts that seem kind at first—
But that is a trick.
They are like people:
You never know which ones you can truly
trust.

So I lay here, beside my thoughts,
Hoping to drift to sleep as I fade.
But sleep has yet to find me.
I feel the world crashing down—
I no longer wish to stay in this town.

Get out, they say.
Go far away.
Experience your life—
But what does that look like?

Do I journey far from here?
Do I stay and disappear?
Do I take all I have worked for
And toss it all away?

I don’t know.
Should I stay, or should I go?

I say I will go—

But then there are nights like these,
Where my thoughts consume everything,
And my heart begins its assuming.
I no longer know what I am doing.

My eyes grow heavy.
I feel the weight of tears,
Yet they refuse to fall—
For I have not given up.
Not yet.

The morning will come and I will do
my work.
The night will come and I won’t know what it’s worth.
What is life?

A mystery for us all.

The only answer is time itself—
One I am still learning for myself.
The end is never quite clear,
But not all of us can simply disappear.