Drawing in deeply, my chest expands,
A moment of stillness, clarity in the pause,
Slowly exhaling, tension melts away,
Rhythmic breaths, a soothing, meditative beat,
Grounded and centered, reconnecting with now,
Calm and focused, ready to face the world.
Each moment fleeting, a fervent leap of desire.
In the ephemeral present, we trust in the patterns
That whisper promises, believing in the continuity
Of our transient selves.
To transcend the now, we embrace uncertainty,
With courage and hope, we navigate the unknown.
Self, a vessel of moments, guided by currents of belief,
Each now a wave, shaping the voyage of our being.
In the crest of existence, past and future converge,
Our truth requires a leap into boundless embrace.
That falsehoods would sprint, but truth would come through.
Yet learning has shown me a different way,
Where chaos and lies seem to win the day.
In the vastness of space, where stars fade to black,
Entropy rises, no turning it back.
Knowledge we seek, but it slips through our hands,
Like grains of fine sand in the wide desert lands.
For truth is a marathon, slow and so grand,
But chaos sprints faster, it covers the land.
The cosmos moves forward to entropy's end,
Where ignorance reigns, and all order will bend.
The best we can hope for is knowing some truth,
A glimpse of the cosmos, a moment of proof.
We are a way for the stars to reflect,
But chaos will claim us, as we all expect.
Though I yearn for the truth to conquer the lies,
The ultimate fate is a world where it dies.
In the end, all our learning, our wisdom, our might,
Will fade into darkness, consumed by the night.
In ancient times, when earth was young,
Where primordials and nature sung,
A tribe in harmony, they thrived,
But nature's wrath, they soon contrived.
The world grew cold, the ice did spread,
Those who adapted, found warmth instead.
The unadaptable, in frost, did fall,
Luck played its hand, claiming near all.
Rains did pour, the rivers swelled,
Together they built, and higher they dwelled.
Quick to adapt, they found their way,
While others, in waters, were swept away.
The ground shook with tremors, the earth did quake,
Shelters they sought, for survival's sake.
The adaptable thrived in the caves they found,
But fate struck hard, many lives fell down.
The mountains erupted, the lava did flow,
Ash clouds soared high, and the fires did glow.
Those who fled with a quickened pace,
Survived the fire, found a safer place.
Like Adam and Eve, the last to stand,
In a new wilderness, they made their land.
They knew to adapt, or perish they might,
But for now, life was easy, no danger in sight.
Their children grew, in peace they played,
Unaware of the dangers, their parents had braved.
A reminder to all, who’ve lived long and wise,
Adapt or be trampled, entropy flies.
Where nature thrived and hearts were mild,
A shift began, a selfish tide,
As "me before all" took its stride.
The fisherman, with nets so wide,
Caught more than needed, cast aside
The balance once so dearly kept,
As fish stocks dwindled, oceans wept.
The farmer, too, with greedy hand,
Used poisons that defiled the land,
For higher yields, he sold his soul,
And fertile fields turned barren, cold.
The merchant brought in goods so cheap,
Non-biodegradable heaps,
The beaches once so pure and bright,
Now buried deep in plastic blight.
Communal duties, once embraced,
Were now neglected, left disgraced,
Each person for themselves alone,
The seeds of discord widely sown.
The island's beauty, once so grand,
Now marred by selfish, careless hands,
Pollution spread, resources drained,
And tensions rose as hope was waned.
Desperation, conflict grew,
As neighbors fought for what they knew,
The sense of unity was lost,
And every gain came at a cost.
No redemption, no reprieve,
Just endless suffering, hearts bereaved,
The island's fate, a tragic tale,
Of how self-interest can prevail.
In the end, the isle lay bare,
A testament to those who dare
To put themselves before the whole,
And lose their way, their heart, their soul.
The population dwindled, gone,
As nature's wrath kept pressing on,
Henosis Isle, a ghostly land,
A warning carved in shifting sand.
