The sun can rise as many times as it wants to,
the end is no nearer than it was before.
Know this, and feel safe,
because it justifies our stagnation,
our refusal to change our mired ways.
Know that here, you can keep walking slow
and save your unfinished sentences and your frozen clocks,
your promises and your potential and whatever else you plan to leave behind.
Don’t surrender just yet, you’ve still got time to run from the searchlights
and we’re all only young anyway.
Your conclusion is forever ahead of you,
it runs while you sleep. Don’t hope to catch up.
Gaze with fierce wonder upon the world you’ve half-made,
upon the world you’ll someday leave,
and walk slow with your head in the present and your eyes on the sun,
the sun, which will rise in vain,
day after day after unending day, changing nothing.
There is safety in the now. Know this, and feel safe,
because although it will end,
by then it will be tomorrow.