syaS elcarO ehT

the most we can want is forever,

the least we can get is now.

but how do I judge what’s forever,

if symbolically, we go on living somehow?

afterwards, we come out clean,

hands washed with dirty towels.

but how do know if I’m me?

days are stringing together again now.

new starts involve change,

my wide eyes have seen so much.

feels as if happiness may be in range,

one simple choice, one simple touch

by: Corey M. Rose