it’s hard to go to bed.

hard to say goodbye to the day.

to admit it’s over

and done with

and you can’t change anything now.

what’s happened has happened.

what’s done is done.

another day carved into stone.

but then again

it was carved from the beginning.

time is a flat circle.

and this has all already happened

and is still happening

and has yet to happen.

the universe has already written the poem

you were going to write.