It is once we stop rolling our eyes over
Once we start laughing out loud heartily
That we are collapsed
Into the inevitable end, death

Once we realize some of the opportunities and paths have left us
Moved along, disappeared
That we can muster the heartily laugh
And realize we’re too far along the way to turn back
And make it happen again
We’re too far along the way to hear and discover new possibilities

Joy and indulging in this way is a sign of the lack of fresh attention
The lack of inquiry
The lack of hope of some sort

You’re never sure you’re on the right path
And that’s supposed to be ok
It’s so far from ok

Stay hungry stay foolish my ass

But let us be unsure
And concerned
And anxious for the path