Dear Universe
Dear Universe,
Why did you give me a flower so beautiful,
then make me watch its petals fall?
Why did you gift me a single seedling,
but forbid me from watering it?
Why did you lead me to the purest of water,
yet poison it with your toxins?
You chuckle to youself
as I try to overcome it,
overpower it,
out determine it,
all the while knowing
deep within the well of my soul,
you with prevail.
all the while aware that
in the darkest cavern of my mind,
the end is inevitable.
I feel your cool breath,
awaken the hair on the back of my neck,
whispering in my ear,
time's
almost
up.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Fri 16th Sep 2022 10:39
I think C.G. Jung had a go at answering your first question.
'All true things must change and only that which changes remains true'