Thoughts

A calm sea before the storm

Of nostalgia brings wave upon

Wave of meaningless regret.

I am reminded of past choices,

What if’s? And the nagging

Thought of what’s to come.

Then, upon the shore of my

Mind, a new thought washes up:

The liquid ocean of sense and

Memory is little more than

Chemicals reacting with one

Another, like you with others.

Just simple reactions, given

Such tools. Therefore, I

Am the universe’s madness,

Coalesced in the elemental

Soup of memory, observing

itself and being, all at once.