The Stars In Our Fault
Some mortalities are bigger than other mortalities.
Our impermanence on this earth,
impending death,
doesn’t feel as daunting
when you notice all the small endings of things
That reflect the beauty of mortality
The trees outside, they have to trim
But now all the sunlight spills right in
through your window
The deer that died, out in the woods
Has fed the mice, the birds, the worms
and kept the forrest alive
The day you left your childhood home
You had to exist all on your own
To become your true self
When the time was up with your first love
You knew so much more about what you deserve
And how to be kind to yourself
Some mortalites are bigger than other mortalities.
Without endings, nothing would ever begin.
Without death, nothing would ever grow.