Body:Decline

Aging.
Body.
Fleeting.
Rotting.
Living.
Dying.
Breathing.
Nothing.

(Then nothing...)

The end comes sooner than we think
But we control what's in between
Our lives hung on a silver string
Bodies amassing entropy

The soul's shell as it depletes
A mind's decline to maddening
How do we live with this disease,
The evanescence of this dream?

(When it breaks)
No one can save us
(When it takes)
All our perspective
(We are erased)
It's all over now
We've simply wandered through this aimless life not knowing why or how 

And now we're out. 

Aging. 
Body.
Fleeting.
Rotting.
Living.
Dying.
Breathing.
Nothing.

Gripped in fear, I cling to life
Obsessing over daily strife
Not knowing when or how I'll die
Its coming like a thief at night
I have not done all that I want
I still have more to give to you
There are still corners left unturned
I will not die before I've learned

I have so much more to give...

And now I see the end so clear
A lack of accomplishment, not death, is my fear

And now this all makes sense 
The value of impermanence 
It's not how long we're in this mess
It's what we make of it

Until we're out. 

Living.
Dying.
Breathing. 
Striving.
Waking.
Seeking. 
Being.
Fighting.