travel farther, live longer
A bullet fired level to ground,
travels faster than speed of sound.
The one-way route this missile takes,
sees only a blurry landscape.
Hardly at all does air resist,
to slow it’s speed or cut distance.
And far before it bites the dust,
this shot has lost all sight of us.
Another dropped at the same height,
falls with no arc of flight.
Yet both will land the same moment,
ignoring any outward component.
We too one day return to dust;
there’s gravity in all of us.
Those who chose to travel farther,
live longer by this outward measure.
