Hopeless

My elusive ego tricks me into eluding my true nature. Helpless to ask for help, I'm all alone. Helpless to allow myself to be helped, so I hope instead. It'll be right in the future, the future that doesn't exist. We keep circling back to now, one only ever breathe and hear in the present. Life in this form keeps dancing between is and isn't. You can't attain enlightenment where there's no you to be enlightened. Be hopeless, let go of your illusions of better, you don't even know better. There's just being one with this eternal now as it is. Don't imagine your last breath, breathe your last breath right now.