What else can I say?
The world is what we make it,
or maybe it’s not.
The little splashes we make
barely change the water’s calm.
What else can we do?
From nothing, everything comes
and then it is gone.
How we choose to measure time
makes little difference to it.
What else could there be?
Nothing exists forever;
and how would we know?
We see just the horizon;
life doesn’t stop at our eye.
30 Apr 2025
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