And it’s all good, it is all just fine

Dismay gets darker with each minute,

Inertia pulling it all in a bleak vacuum,

Tick, tock, tick, tock… tipping silence,

I look closely at the emptiness and it makes sense,

The dismay looks petty and minuscule,

 Bleak vacuum passing hints of freedom,

Time to experience what is truly real,

Hear harder for the lyrical music in the tipping silence,

Let not things control your happiness, seize it irrespective,

There suddenly is beauty and loveliness around,

World, spinning for me and for me alone,

I am real with a life too short for triviality, 

And it’s all good, it is all just fine.