A Note on Life

I was taught that
I come from dust
and to dust I must go.
No longer do I care-
my dreams are more real;
my days fade into numbers,
they carry no meaning for me.
Rip Van Winkle napped for years
woe is she who wakes up
and finds tomorrow changed.
That thing called life mocks you;
it is at such times I celebrate
my mortality.
I would not live forever!
I could not live forever!
A king wished for immortal life
and forgot to ask for immortal youth.
Fool is the person that
loves the world.
It is not right to be so
tired to live,
said she.
I can’t I can’t I can’t was
the answer.

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