Passing Through
Aren’t we all
Just passing through?
We look back
A looking glass
Of scarred lives
We once knew.
Float ups, crash downs
A collective
Of clowns
In the circus
Of life.
Is it beauty?
Is it love?
Is it all a silly strife?
Our bodies,
Elusive
The journey,
Inclusive
To all those who enter
This realm
And this place.
Why fear
The ending?
When it is
Destiny
Rather,
Let’s revel
And enjoy
Our voyage
To abounding
Beauty.
