It's all the same
We're born, we live- no, we survive.
Some of us live.
They're the lucky ones.
Then we die.
Most of us are forgotten.
As our bodies rot,
We fade away, along with the memory.
End of chapter.
Then a new one begins
With the dawn of a new generation,
And the story goes on.
I'll go down in history
As the one no one remembers;
Just another life gone by, another chapter closed.
Yet the story goes on.
Another life, another death.
It's all just a novel;
Endless chapters,
One after another,
Some overlapping,
Some stopping short,
Some almost blank,
All the same in the end.
The most repetitive story in human history,
Is the story of human history itself.
Yet we're the ones with the pen
We each write our own.
Keep writing yours, your chapter's not over yet.
Your story lives on.
As for me
Well,
Maybe I don't want to write anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Notes
RandomA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
