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.