Why do people fear,
The ending of their life,
When all it seems to do,
Is make it full of strife?
Just because you know,
It's undoubtedly going to end,
That doesn't mean you can't listen,
To the song you're living in,
Everything ends eventually,
But you can cherish it while it lasts,
And you can dance through it,
With your own chosen cast,
Fearing the inevitable,
Seems pointless to me,
When it seems so much happier,
To live life how you want it to be.
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Journal Of The Fallen
PoetryThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years
