Did you know people can die?
I’m sure you think you do.
The thought is lingering somewhere
In the dustier parts of your mind.
But do you know what death
Really means? For you? For others?
We all know death is possible
But don’t think it can ever happen to us.
Death is an invention of authors and poets
Like fire breathing dragons and leprechauns
Safely imprisoned by the impenetrable glass
Of fantasy, Far removed from reality.
Death is something to think about later
When we’re older, when we’re wiser
When- the truth is, there’s no time
That’s ever right for thinking about death.
We go through life believing this moment
Is the moment that will last forever
The roses will always smell like this
Feel this soft against our childish hands.
We’ll forever be bathed in the light of now
The people and places around us
Like a permanent backdrop. We don’t know
Everyone’s face changes given enough time.
We don’t realize when the sun sets
It will rise again tomorrow, just as bright
And it will shine on a day
Completely different from the one before.
In case you haven’t already figured it out
You’re going to die someday. No one knows when.
But you can be sure there'll be a world
Without your smile, your laugh, your breathe.
But don’t cry; that’s what makes it beautiful.
We all get one life, to succeed and fail
To shine as brilliantly as we can
Before the lights go out.
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