For Closure ~ Brent Harris

I want to write, paint, design something profound
But I’d also like recognition and even some money
Although neither matters much in the cosmic view
Be neither forgotten nor remembered in nova blast

So how do I deal with life now, greeting mortality
Eventual ending of everyone and everything I love
Life sometimes feels pointless, still, I want to live
Uncertain why, I believe there is more I need to do

Hubris or compensation for life I don’t understand
Filled with love, family, friends joy; why the void
Maybe mirroring our cosmos, more not than there
Myself, everything and nothing, I’ll always be here