what do you do when
you only want to type out words
revel in their beauty
but a brush is held in your dominant hand
there is not enough time yet also time seems to last
so long
I get to explore life through a strong will to explore
find
seek
discover
grow they’re calling it
into what I say
something I get to take to the grave with me
that isn’t morose I get to have consternated
over too much and too little and never enough and can I be done
this is human life we say
but sometimes I wonder
haven’t we got enough
and wouldn’t it be okay to stop
and see what we have in our hands
already so full
life granted