We each live like flowers,
unique yet composed
from the same parts of the plant
we stem from.
Some alone
others in clusters,
some bloom once,
others again.
Some never open.
Whatever we pass on
grows into its own.
On the banks of thought,
we evade
the momentum flood,
and find the feeder springs
though we lake longer to join the rest,
who have no inkling what they missed
since they share the same story
with everyone else.
Energy exerted
ends in consumption
replaced by waste.
Time blurs vision,
slows experience and accelerates,
accomplished but never completed.
