But what if we are not a part of something greater,
what if all we are is here and there is no
see ya later?
if our hearts were breakers on the shore
to beat in time forevermore
and blood was sand to slow the crawl,
if we woke to see and saw it all
and could be content
or slept on pillows hewn from
mountain slopes and lent our dreams
to those awake
would our heartbeats break as lovingly
was nothing more than this?
we’re all going to trend in the end
we’ll all get our five yards of fame
© 2020, John Smallshaw.