I just wanted to share this, no particular rhyme or reason.

I am currently going through my saved documents and getting things in order and I found this poem. I don't know exactly when I wrote it but it was within the last couple months, I think. I should have looked at the date I had saved it but I made some changes to it and saved over it without thinking. But I like it. It's not overly deep, but it has it's philosophical elements. I remember listening to a desolate kind of music something dark, The Weeknd, I think and the lines about "the fade" and "a more prominent line starts to play" are in reference to the music I was listening to and how it contrasted with the present feelings of joy and happiness I was feeling. The piece kind of takes itself more seriously than it takes the concepts about which it speaks. I hope you enjoy.

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A distant echo absorbs all beauty of present happenstance. 
This is fleeting--truth, purity, light, darkness, corruption, deceit-- all is fleeting.
New strings are plucked and the plea is made 
as the fade begins and a more prominent line starts to play 
near where it becomes hard to differentiate spirit and true reality.
The physical and spiritual worlds blur in and out of focus and existence.
Always and never you will understand the truth within this statement, life, and existence.
In the singular state of always and never one does not disprove the other; they are one and the same.
Upon ye be disproved then, old bard, and proven all at once.
For love is not love that which is love is love, savvy?
All that is, is not, nor ever was, and shall forever be. 
Aha, Avon’s most prized play write turned most happily on his head.
Make merry of all and none in tragic comedy.
This--a never ending joke without a punch line,
with all patrons both audience and comedian.