Grasp every moment
Some will tell you
Savor every second
They will say
For one day
It will not be here for us to enjoy
Remember every touch
Ponder every step
And etch our time into your memory
Like stone upon stone
So it will not slip away in the current
And smoothen and dull over time
For one day all will be lost
Our lives and our thoughts
Our beginnings and our endings
And everything that we cherish
Will be yanked from our embrace
Contrarily
Some believe
That one day
We will all be pen and paper
Our lives and our thoughts
Our beginnings and our endings
All written in ink and preserved
And we will be but a song
A poem
Some immortal verse
Inscribed in the universe's archives
And one day we will be
Printed and pressed
On an everlasting manuscript
With us the parchment
And fate the quill
Scrawling out our being with
The ink of our decisions
Still more theorize
They conjure up ideas
And formulate their beliefs
And piece together a choice
Knowing that one day
They will not have the opportunity
So believe what you wish
My student
Believe it with all you have
But do not believe in nothing
My student
Do not believe nothing.
For one day
My student
Those who believe in nothing
Become nothing
Like wisps of air and
Molecules of wind
Sifting and churning
Never settling
Until they are driven away from
This world by
The very ones who placed us here
So
My student
Believe what you will
And enjoy it
Delight in your free will
Your liberty of decision
And choose carefully
For one day
You won't be able to.
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Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
