Repetition

By A Poem Guy

Here we go

2023,

A year fo sho.

Repeating the years again,

And again,

And again,

The cycle of time,

Without end.

Like sand blowing in the wind,

An uncountable amount of events in a finite time.

Like water flowing down a cliff,

Unstoppable, without end,

Until your water runs dry.

And when it does,

You dry,

A husk of a person,

In the skin of the earth,

A desert of corpses,

Drained by time.

Fed to the earth,

Until too much time has passed,

And the earth is fed to space.

But enough of that miserable existentialism,

It never helps.

Maybe 2023 could be a year of grace,

And maybe that’s all I need to think about,

Year by year,

Not century by millenia.

You could always think big,

And thinking large is important,

But never happy.

Large scale consequences are unfathomable,

So maybe just stick to tonight’s dinner,

Or that assignment you need to finish.

Let the repetition bring you Joy,

Not Sorrow,

Keep it real,

Just keep it happy too.