We see the abbreviated stories
and cut to happy endings,
while we know
without endurance running through it,
victory is gutted.
We don’t know enough to know everything,
and the uncertainty is torture,
so we tell stories
to fill in the gaps
a pile of leaves, over holes we then jump on.
Time is our most steady creation, the creature we made
that overcomes us.
and as we cut corners, and create shortcuts
time cuts through us.
Endure, complete, wait