I wonder why, there are so many things that matter so much
When we live in a world, that is all but ephemeral, can we hold on to anything forever?
Can we make a feeling last til the end of time, when our time here is just as limited?
And where do we go after our time has gone, the unknown answer has been obsessed about for centuries.
When all we live for, is to live in the moment, when we can't make it last.
Life is
a fleeting thought
a transient feeling
a fading memory
a lasting lifetime
of nothing that lasts.
About the Creator
Abbey Streett
Life spoken through poetry.
Everything hurts
and nothing is free.
Currently a stay at home mama to two wonderful, crazy kiddos. Finding my voice through poetry, and desperately finding time to read and write.
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