Time is a lie,
Words and so are many other things.
People die,
And die again and again.
So what,
People survive on whatever and ever.
Heaven will shake a little,
Then the world will move on like it always has.
Thereafter memories hold,
Very unnecessarily.
The truth is that pain is nothing,
That’s when the converse is also true.
We return to the same start and end,
All the time.
But time is a lie,
Words and so are many other things.
2 comments:
very simple, understated and poignant poetry there, sir...
this is beautiful, Daniel. It sounds sad, in a beautiful way.
And I really like it.
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