on it goes, life

life goes on.

they say we run in circles,

perpetual, eternal,

does not end until we end.

but our souls run

in triangles and squares,

in stars and ellipses.

in countless undiscovered polygons.

and our hearts run

simply in lines,

parallel to each other.

sometimes when we’re lucky,

our hearts intersect at a point

(and it’s up to us how long that point lasts)

on it goes, life.

body, heart, and soul

endlessly moving, trying to find

the much-coveted, mystifying intersections

where there is calm, there is peace.

until then,

on it goes, life.