Late-night white light streams in through my window.
It's from a sign that advertises
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all-new ways to sell your life
and watch your years waste away to nothing.
I have twenty-four-seven gasoline
and zero one-on-one connection.
I look at my reflection
stare into his eyes
and wonder how he's doing
in the world,
in our age.
I peer out the window
my vision filled with late-night light.
As far as I can see
nothing but concrete jungles and abstract worries
stainless steel and tainted souls
melting ice and frozen hearts
a place of
I am struck by the thought
that perhaps the world
We all somehow find the will
to keep on going every day.
Maybe wisdom is believing
that we do control our lives
that our nature is to be kind
and we have simply lost our way.
Maybe wisdom is striving
to experience all you can of this life
before it all returns to dust.
Maybe wisdom is
closing your eyes
bringing focus to the breath
and remembering that no matter how bad things become
there is always a quiet stream out there
waiting for you to find it
to sit on the bank and listen to the water
and let it bring you comfort