January 12, 2020 life
There comes a time
when memory foam forgets,
and Eveready isn’t ready.
These are the moments
that remind us
that our world is run
by the engine of entropy,
and that things wind down,
by and by.
All our expectations
are but wistful dreams,
destined to dissolve
in the light of day,
when we are given glimpses
of the divine cycle
of becoming and decay,
granting life to everything
in its time.