Cruel

The wind blows, outside,

somewhere beyond in the stillness, I find myself.

A transitory concept.

My body hums,

my senses numb,

I am lost in the

idea off all of this.

Ignorance can be bliss.

We should all strive more,

beyond the hubbub

and what everyone else does,

to what makes us special, unique.

A full life

is a consolation

for it having passed.

So fast, my head spins,

until, suddenly, 

I am staring at it all behind.

Why didn’t I? 

I had plenty of time too? 

I guess, I thought I had forever.