This dying destination’s serious
so this now precious treasure I won’t miss
in games and screens anesthetized, lying
to myself: living involves good-bying.
Breathing embodied grounded I amuse
the facets which appear–and here it’s moot
to argue or debate fate or free will.
We’ll crumble to dust soon. Enjoy life’s thrill.
Featured image: The poplar leaves are already turning golden and falling.