It always fights me, positioning itself to arouse me.
I feel you lingering in all your thankfulness.
Ready to outdate me,
And flitter your tongue when I do.
Life is adversary, you said so yourself poet.
Numbness is granted, no matter of a mans riches or his spoils.
Emotion can be deadly, that's why you must live with the awareness of the number.
You cannot retreat from life, even in death you cannot abandon what you hope to forget.
It will chase you like the ragnarök, because you never packaged living into life.
I know nothing of the after worlds, but I do know you will peak, reaching monuments beyond your own imagining.
You will exalt yourself, and your detriments will bestow retribution to the vain thoughts before you.
You will come to a time, you will reprimand bad days into the nameless cave of forgetfulness.
You will move on, on a day of normality or routine.
You will simply stare at all there is around you, and indulge in your distractions.
You will be the jovial girl you once envied.
You will be the cliche love yourself story, you despised.
You will tell stories to sour minds, and frivolously speak of the life you once had.
It is okay that you feel this sadness, young one.
What is not, is the eternity you perceive.
Be careful with your manifestations, and the future you keep opening with negative mind.
Don't subtract, remember to add your graces.
And hate your life into loving it so.
I am not deprecation,
I am your rationality.
Furthering you from a weighted misery of a short life.
