Murky Waters of Infinite Growth

Anger and grief are one in the same

& sometimes they play this little game.

A foolish old race to the finish line;

No wonder our feelings don't always align.

At the end of the day when all's said & done,

Do you take off the mask? Do you keep it & run?

Run to the hills as if choice doesn't matter,

Hoping a new quest will make the pain scatter?

Or do you settle in to let out a cry,

Reminding yourself you may never know why?

Why humans do the things they do -

& why they leave so much residue.

I scrub and I scrub, as if it'll change;

As if human nature won't stay the same...

Yet I know very well that time and again,

Someone I'd hoped could stay a friend

Will leave new remains every here and there -

Parts that aren't meant to be repaired.

The pile slowly grows, and with zilch to do,

I ponder the pieces, choosing something new -

Something that speaks to my distinct eye,

As I peer through the lens of my latest goodbye.

Inspecting the fragment I hunker down,

Investing precision to build this crown.

I weave and I weave, picking pieces that drop;

This tedious job pairs with hands that won't stop.

Until the day I'm out of breath;

Until my hands are forced to rest.

Until I've learned all I came here for,

To add to my existential lore.

While you're learning,

There's always, ALWAYS more...