We never plan for the worst,
no matter how grim it gets.
The whole world may die of thirst
watching the dying sun set
and still, we think there is time.
We can’t imagine an end
or pit so deep we can’t climb
our way out. We just pretend
there is always a lifeboat
with some room for us, at least,
that will somehow stay afloat
after others’ hope has ceased.
It’s a sad and lonely state
if you’re the sole survivor;
and no point in blaming fate
if you don’t like the mirror.
27 May 2025
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