Finite
It is okay to be finite. Acknowledge your limits. Set your space. There is no medal For mourning, No treasure for fear, There is only this world, Flawed and broken, Beautiful and strange, Filled with sorrow, Infinite in its hope. There is only you, Only me, We do not live forever, Our time, so precious. Savor it. Do not bow to those Who demand attention. Our days worth too much To waste on fools and fears We cannot master Nor control.