Driven towards hunger days,
Afraid into the cold unknown —
Our last heat, burning certainty
How we no longer belong.

Trip the searchlight,
Head held high,
But shield your eyes —
Don't let it blind you.

Sometimes when a door closes
A window opens,
Allowing you to listen in
On all the bullshit reasons why
You're stuck outside.

Stationary objects
In mobile constellations,
Stubbornly locked in place
While all around them changes —
Eyes tuned to the middle distance
Watch the sky
Pass by again,
And again,
And again.

Fiction supplants matter.
Ultra-connected,
Hyper-realistic —
From universe to metaverse,
From life to a statistic.

Natural opposites,
Harmonious parallel lives —
Fish find meaning in the ocean,
Birds find meaning in the sky.

Adrift, sailing the endless
Galaxy of correlation,
Where details evasive —
Black holes like icebergs
To unsinkable beliefs —
Defy all perception.

Thought and matter
Spinning circles,
The beginning is the end —
All existence but a cradle,
All purpose, mere pretence.

Whoever thought up
The social contract —
Which none of us signed,
But we are all still
Expected to abide —
May your dignity have died
In a whimper.

Quietly the light escapes
Through man-made cracks
Across the sky,
Traveling to worlds unseen
But to arrive long after
Its unknowing liberator dies.

Having ever seen
But one side of the mortal coin,
I still believe that taking leave
Is easier than facing loss.

In aeternum dubium —
Afraid to go
Where fantasy ends.

Woken by a cryptic message,
Far beyond my comprehension —
Frantic, desperate blasts of symbols,
None of which I quite remember,
Faded in the dawn of consciousness.

The crowds part —
Like a deer in headlights,
Genuine talent
Rustling through the wannabes
Stares back frightened
Before running off,
Never to be seen again.

A single scowl
Can break a world,
Where a single smile
Can lift a curtain,
That lets even the darkest day
Make sense.

Somewhere down my
Depths of perseverance remains
One last drop of energy —
Don't make me waste it.

Acknowledging life is
A collection of moments,
Rarely experienced in order,
Tell me —
What is the value
Of our concept of time?

It's not a journey —
At least, not a deliberate one —
This push towards maturity.
Mama, take me home.

All weighing us down
But drags these mortal vessels.
On the river Styx
No soul will run aground.
No chains locked in place,
No deeds prevent
The toll we face —
Eternity the currency,
Contribution due for days consumed.
Charon waits.

Value none but one may see,
Disposable contentment —
Plastic sealed, bubble wrapped
Idols of false meaning.