Incomprehensible 
 
Every time my mind says that something has finished 
Or that something has begun 
Every time my mind comes to any conclusion 
It is sleepily presumptuous 
That life ever actually stops 
To have beginnings or endings 
It’s movement and it’s flow is so continuous 
That in a way it never moves at all 
This the mind can never comprehend 
But it was never about comprehension anyway