Listen… It was always moving. The stars don’t wait for questions, The tides don’t ask our plans, The wind keeps all its promises Without a human hand. Long before our counting started, Long after we’re gone, The world keeps time by turning And humming us along. I felt the comfort in the vastness, Not lonely — just not owned, Like standing in a river That remembers every stone. Meaning didn’t disappear there, It softened, opened wide, I didn’t have to hold the sky— I could walk inside. The world keeps time without us, And that’s not something sad, It means the load we carried Was lighter than we had. We belong by being part of it, Not by steering when or how— The world keeps time without us, And we’re allowed to rest now. I don’t need to leave a signal, Or prove I understood, The fact I got to breathe at all Means something good was good. If I helped the flame burn kinder, If I listened more than spoke, Then the turning of the world Already has my note. What if eternity is gentle? What if time is just a song? What if all we had to do Was hum along? The world keeps time beyond us, Beyond… Beyond our fear of end, Of end… We weren’t meant to stop the turning, Only love the time we spend— The world keeps time beyond us, And that’s how we begin… again. It’s okay. I know.
