Pensive today....

The idea for this came to me today, so thought I'd share a brief bit of some kind of nihilistic poetry.

Sometimes…
Sometimes… the sky is clear; other times it's cloudy
Sometimes… the leaf is green; other times it's fallen
Sometimes… the sea is calm; other times it's tempestuous
Sometimes… the field is productive; other times it's barren
Sometimes… the sun is glorious; other times it's hidden
Sometimes…I am the sky, the leaf, the sea, the field, the sun; and then, I am other times...


[Edit: changed out last word nothing to make it less nihilistic and I like this better; you guys have a good point. Our lives leave echoes, patterns, reflections in the lives of others; waves of existence, interacting, cancelling, reinforcing, ever moving and changing. Having been, we can never not have been. (I just realized this is sounding a bit like our buddy logoslidat!)]

Deep thoughts. But I disagree wit the last part. We are still something until were not. Then we're just a memory. But hopefully a lasting and cherised memory.