Whatever we become
From this moment on
Will not be what we were
Embrace that
Or live the rest of whatever is left
In regret
I tell myself
Every day
Only occasionally successfully
I still want to be
Want to see
All the things I was shown
The vast vistas of possibility
Not this eking
This daily plod
Like a brute beast
Where is the food?
Where is the sex?
Where are the threats?
But in many ways
We are being brought back to the fundamentals
Caring for loved ones
Preparing meals
Keeping clean
Passing the moments
One by deliberate one
And maybe that is good
Maybe when we fly too high
We forget the ground is there below
Waiting to meet us when we fall
