a poem by Lea Köster

It’s the future we cannot escape that we dread.
It’s the past we cannot change that we fear to repeat.
It’s the present we cannot enjoy that we wish to be something else.
It’s life we forget to live because we think we have time.
It is us, us, that we lose in in the process of trying to fit in.
It is myself that I am trying to find in this world that is burning to ash.
It is a fight, I fear, will never end.
A fight we cannot escape.
An end
An inevitable end
Of burning ash.