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.
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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