the push and pull

Something I’ve learned about life

Something I’ve learned about life
There is always something to do and
There is always something keeping you from doing it

It’s not a ploy from heaven or hell
It’s not a sign or a clue
It’s just the push and pull of existing
On this minuscule pale blue dot

And all I’ve found you can do is to ebb and to flow
Nothing is so important, so so so important
That you can’t stop to notice a wonder so small
Before it’s swept in the tide