Ballad

Of the brevity of life, everybody knows.

Yet we wile it away just wishing and waiting,

For Friday, for summer, for love, for a Hogwarts letter, for a handsome man in a time machine

We’ve lost the pleasure of merely being.

So, if you’re thinking Carpe Diem, you’re reading this wrong. I suppose,

What I’m trying to say, is life isn’t just the elating

And blissful moments, but all the messy and mundane in-between.

So be grateful for the dim; it gives the bright its meaning.