It’s a word that catches my attention

It’s strewn all over the pages of a book I was given

It’s an adjective

But to me feels more like an expletive

Could it be a car model or the name of the liquid on a perfume bottle

Or some wine – they always have names I can hardly pronounce

Surely at this one I would pounce

Even though I don’t drink

It sounds elegant, somewhat cryptic

It always makes me stop and think

It could be a clothing brand or an exotic destination

A sort of starry mystic

Is it worked into a math equation

I am fy-night

So are you

This word describes us whether or not we want it to

For now we walk by sight

But does a knowledge of your ending draw any faith

Because we can’t wish or hope or work our limits away

The hourglass is flipped

Like a bottle of wine or a car spun on an icy road

The clock chips away at our bones

The ticker has a max, money has a cap

We’re forever in some type of cage

I’ve gotta break out of it somehow

So I let go and I lower the bar

And I dive in to what naturally draws my attention

I walk by faith and that’s alright

So I can see even when there’s no light

My finitude gives me a murky vision

~The End~