Life and Everything in Between

Every moment we have, it’s not ours to idle away, It’s not ours to cosy in slumber, The night is not faceless, And the day is not merely a superficial series of events. We walk through a door leading to others connected in time, Mystery intertwines with these connections, We search for answers that plunge us deeper into the mystery’s wormhole, Each piece leads to the next, but we’re yet to complete the puzzle. Hope is the lamp that brightens our paths in the stygian night, When the moon and stars are cocooned in layers of darkness, When the susurration of the rivers plucks on the strings of melancholy, And an oppressive heaviness obstructs the redemption light. Every moment we have is ours to pursue our purpose, Summon the elements to unveil the day’s splendour, Uncover the treasures hidden in the night’s chamber, Find guidance in the stillness of our souls, Until we’re greyed and frayed by time. May 7, 2025.