What is it?
We ask ourselves
But we don’t really understand
It isn’t
So much about what it is
But rather
How we choose to experience it
It’s a common occurrence
Because we all live in it
We all feel its flow
Its crisp illusion of tedium and monotony
Wrapped in this warm cover of vibrance
A glorious color of connection
Terrified
But I,
I will not mourn for you
Because it’s not only yours to do
This is a moment of epicaricacy
A reason for us to realize
That we--
We have it better
If only for that moment
So what is it?
Does it even matter?
We’re already here
Let’s make the most of it
Whatever it is.