What keeps time going?
What keeps the planet spinning?
What keeps the spring coming?
What keeps me alive?
What gives me purpose?
What is
Can it
Can I
Can they
Can we…?
If time is a human invention… am I actually wasting it? Can you waste something that doesn’t exist?
Or can you make the most of it, while still breathing, knowing it will all,
eventually,
fade,
into nothing?
What keeps us going?
Clocks count our steps
our breaths, our dreams-
they mark them
they pace them, measure them
Am I, just a measurable piece of meat
coexisting simultaneously at the same time as other billions of bones?
Am I a star, rather energy, floating in the middle of a deep, dark, and hidden galaxy, trapped in a black hole?
Trapped in a pool
filled
with
billion, trillion
of other holes?
I wonder
Does everything actually end up fading into nothing?
How can I know if it does?
How can I know if it doesn’t?
I can’t, can I?
If so
Do I want to know?
Faith feels like jumping inside an active Volcano
It’s warm arms wrapping themselves around you,
while falling
and falling
and falling
I wonder, will I be able to levitate before hitting the bottom?
I wonder
Will God come and save me?
Will time stop,
will I rewind,
will I die?
Possibilities.
Faith is about jumping,
eating all the “what if’s”
without actually digesting them
because there’s still a chance
while possibilities exist
And reality, is never as real as they say
You dreamt it, before you got to accomplish it
I don’t want the answer to my questions
I don’t need them
I’ll live without knowing
I’ll love without understanding
I realize;
not all those who wonder
have to be lost.
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