reflection

Every Moment an Instinct 30/30 by Nico Lund



Oh, how we compare ourselves to caterpillars.

But it’s like the moths gravitating towards bright lights 
then dying that we mimic.

How we tell children that dreaming is where happiness is made.

That when dreams come true, 
wings unfold with unimaginable colors and take flight.

Yet, the lives of birds, insects and flowers are not so beautiful as we are told.
Every moment an instinct. 
They are not joyful for their magnificence.

Our happiness on the other hand has the habit 
of transforming like clouds to tears.

It’s not true that rain comes from the sky, 
and rain is not falling to the ground.

Why do we lie to ourselves?

At the top, will the view will be enough?

From the top, there is only room for one, 

looking down,
                                              looking down.


From the top, 
       there is 
                only 
                              looking 
                                         down.

Staying Takes You Somewhere 29/30 by Nico Lund


Which-
ever 
the 
way to 
go?
Up, 
down, 
same thing. 
Depending on
what you're looking for. 
When to move? 
But even staying 
takes 
you 
some-
where. 
The only 
constant is 
constantly 
going. 
Suffering 
is trying to make it stop. 
Stopping is like perfection; it doesn't exist.