Minimizing Mortality

A rondeau

(Photo by Rebekah Blocker on Unsplash)

How strange it is to live so blind,

as though we have infinite time

to put off all the little things,

to make the move to reach our dreams,

to ignite a fire inside.

Still, we wake and don a disguise,

whatever it takes to be liked

safely settle into routine-

how strange it is.

A culture content without drive,

simply surviving ‘till we die.

There’s more to life, why can’t we see

how quickly we run out of time-

how strange it is.