Futility

 The past is now worlds away.
and with the way the world is today,
we may be vaporized (if we are lucky) at any moment,
and if not us,
then,
(if we aren't lucky) it will be all those we love,
and all that we've ever known.
It feels futile to even record these words,
it would be better to dance, and play, and be with the ones we love...
And yet...
 I lack the vitality required for joyous spontaneity...