Like if I made this desk
Then I would finally sit down to write at it
If I drove to get this smoothie
Then I would finally be satiated
If I caught up on all this laundry
Then I would finally be done with it
Until I’m not near my desk,
Until I’m hungry again,
Until my clothes are dirty again.
The endless cycle of living won’t stop
(Until it does.)
How to be at peace in the moment?
Not moving or wanting for something better
How to just relax
Be at ease with the pace of life
And its endless continuum.
Oh what it would be to just be.