As it was before,
And will be evermore.
And these priceless few,
Fleeting moments each,
All that we will get.
The overwhelming mystery,
Possible surprise endings,
Hanging over our heads,
Just out of reach,
Like some perpetual Damoclesian horror.
Yet,
We consciously conscientious beasts,
Rather than embracing finitude,*
Choose instead to forget.
We ignore the warning signs,
Pretending immortality,
Wrapped up in our daily functions,
As if they mean anything at all.
We should,
Instead,
Unravel our souls,
To revel in the beauty that surrounds us.
We should stop for one single second,
And know,
Feel,
Hear.
There is love extending and reflecting,
Between us all,
Endless opportunity to make right now,
This moment,
The only one that counts.
Because what else is there?
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*It's a word. Really.
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