Ever tire of the sun rising in the east?
I do.
Just once why cant it rise in the west?
Or not rise at all? Or never set?
Just once in five billion years?
Ever tire of useless social construct?
I do.
“Success” “Power” “Prestige” “Money” rings and perfect weddings. Over and over and over again. And then you die.
Ever wonder how many times your life has been lived in a million years of history? The great loves, the desires, the hopes, the dreams, the self-importance and immediacy of each and every generation amongst thousands upon thousands of generations.
I do.
Just once why cant it rise in the west?
Or not rise at all? Or never set?
Just once in five billion years?
Ever tire of useless social construct?
I do.
“Success” “Power” “Prestige” “Money” rings and perfect weddings. Over and over and over again. And then you die.
Ever wonder how many times your life has been lived in a million years of history? The great loves, the desires, the hopes, the dreams, the self-importance and immediacy of each and every generation amongst thousands upon thousands of generations.
And then they died, forgotten. Did they ever even exist?
As you will only too soon die, to be utterly forgotten.
Nothing new.
Nothing new.
Save:
A glimmer of sunlight.
Waves on rocks.
A breath.
The smell and warmth of summer grass.
Distant bird call.
Far away laughter.
Moments.
A breath.
The smell and warmth of summer grass.
Distant bird call.
Far away laughter.
Moments.
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