To say what you mean

Words, as they have frightened me

Thought, as it has always clouded me

Action, as though setting me free

I stand on the cusp of joy unknown.

Mystery — it is not

Life, it too shall pass

I edit and re-edit my thought

Turn into words

The joy I could not behold.

Where do I come from?

What is it that I seek?

All I feel trickles away slow —

To never return.

Loss is natural, I am told

Disorder is the state

Entropy is a law

All that is time now

With less in my arms on hold

All the pocket change turned stone

I stand on a precipice

Loss — known.