En masse: Infinite Reaches

My words
Just keep falling,
Like autumn leaves
Upon the page

And after a while,
Even I
Forget what they mean
Or what I thought they meant,

As autumn follows summer,
Winter follows autumn,
Spring follows winter,
Year after year,

So words
Follow words,
Endlessly,
Day after day,

But does anyone remember
The first bird
That began to sing
Last spring?

Or
The first word
Ever spoken
Or written?

Does anybody know
When that was?
And if they do,
What of it?

Was there
Ever even
A beginning?
And does that matter?

Enlivened: Goings On

I might as well
Just keep going,
As that’s the way
The wind is blowing,

It’s rushing past
Much too fast,
I’d like to slow it down
But how can I do that?

I know
Nothing about it
And can do nothing
About it,

It will slow
Or it will go on,
And who is it who waits
While it slows or goes?

You can’t base your life on dreams,
You’ve got to have the means
And either you do
Or you don’t,

Either the wind blows your way
Or it don’t,
Although if it does
You don’t know it,

For that would be too easy!
And so, so often people think
They’ve got it made,
When they’ve but turned another page,

It’s so difficult to gauge,
There’s no meter
And no instruction book,
We just make it up
As we race along it and get hooked.

Enjoyable: Opposition?

Sometimes
I wish
That
I could find
A simpler way,

So that,
There would be
Enough time in the day
To simply enjoy life.

But,
The other way
Could be,
To enjoy it anyway;

And yet,
Not ‘anyway,’
Because that implies
‘In spite of,’

Which merely sets up
An opposition right away,
As if
There is one,

And then
There is one,
And I’m right back
Where I started again.

And so, the question is,
How to get off that?
Which may be the right question
Or it may not,

Is there an opposition?
Some would say so,
Other’s not,
How can this be?