Oblivion: The Only Other Option

In itself

it was enough

to keep me going

for now

in this life

that never seems

like it's enough

in itself:

gentle pat

on my literary back,

cup of coffee

jolts awake lethargic mind,

smile from a man

that contained no lust,

book in the mail

to start and finish tonight,

photo of mischevious feline

cute ears as angry eyebrows,

graceful energy

of an old woman

whirling courageously toward death.

In itself

it was enough

to keep me going

on, again

in this life

that isn't enough

in itself:

remember it's an impermanent circus.

know that everyone is wrong

because we can never know who's right.

feel fearless and cynical about

the idea of death.

and, mostly, always stay aware

that although this life

doesn't seem enough

in itself,

it may be the only chance

to exist, ever.

and the only other option

could be

oblivion.