Everybody knows that everybody dies.
Its a fact of life, the one thing that always breaks through the lies.
Nothing is permanent and nothing can stay.
From the soles of my shoes to the one in my heart,
everything must fade away.
I don't know how this fleeting life ever began...
But it seems that all we try to do is prove that we are the sole surviving man.
From the moment we open our eyes to the second we breathe our last breath,
We desperately try to ensure that we do not die in our own death.
The truth in the our lies is that "Everybody knows that everybody dies".
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The Summertime Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories I wrote and will be writing...:) hope you like it!
