Bright ideas fight through the plight.
When questions rise, wisdom flies high,
As wonders grow, answers glow nigh.
Dreams weave schemes, themes so supreme,
Gleams beam from thoughts, reality's stream.
Hearts embark on this arc of art,
For questions spark the start of smart.
And glad we could not travel both
But be one traveler, long we stood
And looked back two as far as we could
To where they bent in the undergrowth;
Then took together, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because they were grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, we kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
We doubted if we should ever go back.
We shall be telling this with a smile
Somewhere sages and pages hence:
Two roads emerged in a wood, and I—
We took the one that made this moment,
And that has made all the difference.
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.
