The Cycle

I've lived as much as I've loved And I've loved twice more than I've lost And I've died more so than that And I'll begin with a crawl And I'll end in a run And start with a bang And end with silence I've lived I've lost I've loved And I've died. And never for a single time have I cried Because life is too beautiful to see behind glassy eyes and loss is too enigmatic to be objectified Love is too free to be bogged down in emotions And death is too sweet and caring to cause a commotion And I've lived So I've lost And I've loved And I've died. But who, in the end, really cares about my time As a being As a plant As the most significant ant I've been a star and a nebula The moon, the earth, the winds, and fire, I've been all of that, even desire And I've lived And I've loved And I've lost And I've died.