If only I could find a fitting title.
It's A Poet's Journal
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Transience
You pour your soul
into a world that someday
won't remember you.
You come
sing your song
and dance
your job is done.
Live your life to disappear
but enjoy it while you're here.
Take a deep breath
and some day
let your life go in a
dizzying sigh.
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