I met a baby

I met a baby.

And it made me softer.

My brain shut down.

His head smelled of flowers.

All the whirring stopped.

All the caring about everything stopped.

I got stupid and I don’t even care.

I’m warming up and slowing down.

Is this something I should be worried about?

Is my life over?

or is it enlightenment?

Perhaps they are the same thing.