Nothing Lasts

History preserved names from different pasts,

yet we read them and let them float by.

It proves that nothing lasts,

not even you; nor I.

 

Like sand slipping in an hourglass;

we slide through time.

Age is what we continue to surpass,

and the ladder of eternity we aspire to climb.

 

All possessions come with a price:

Some you pay with materials; others with your soul.

The gift of life is worth twice:

As you pay for it with your spirit as a whole.

 

We blame time for the mortal spell it casts,

and we surrender to this lie.

But within our depths we know that nothing lasts,

not even you; nor I.

 

 

 

 

 

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