In a single life cycle,
there is little time to thrive.
After death we move on to our next adventure
but our memories remain alive
in the people of our past.
Life is for what we strive,
though we may not recall that
our memories are kept alive
even after our death occurs,
for the hundredth time. We survive.
And not in the sense that we remain conscious forever,
but in the fact that our memories are still alive.
We are corporeal beings resting in homes of flesh, waiting;
To be free again, but having to drive
our current hosts through the adventure, until it is time
to move on. But keeping the memories alive.
So when our worlds are all but gone
and our vessels wither and die,
we are expected to speak of others' journeys
to ensure that they're still alive.
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A Touch of Heart
PoetryA dream is a wish your heart makes No matter who you are But your dream will never wake Without a touch of heart.