each day the pattern is the same
and we face an existential abyss
of being

standing between the story
and the story less
between the past and future
and the eternal present

we hide in the illusion
and pretend it’s real
we build the world
and fight our wars
feather our nests
and do our chores

anything but face the truth
that when we stop
all the chasing and running
we meet the void
and fall to our death

our glorious death
that brings life
and awakens us
to the splendor of reality

you can play in the illusion
but never take it too seriously
or your suffering, and the suffering of those around you
will be great.