The Stars and Kafka

Every breath is a chore

Every thought is a dread

Every task, a monotonous tick

In the metronome of life. 

Every step begins to ache

Every sunrise, just another sunset in wake

Every blink, every beat, every sentence to speak

Another meaningless effort.

Until you realize every breath is on fire

Every thought is cut short.

Every task is sluggish and slow

Because time is running out

And the score is speeding up

You run for the finish,

But the sun will not rise again

Your eyes stare wide

Your heart begins to pound

You scramble for words

You would give anything

To just be able to try again.

And then the stars blink to life

They twinkle and smile

And say, “hope is not lost”.

And your compass stops spinning. 

Your map is unfazed.

You look at the fork in the road

And you know which way to turn. 

Because the darkness isn’t everything

And the night won’t last forever.

The stars will light your way.