What’s with nothing being forever?
Who thought it was so clever?
to give everyone such a short amount of time?
It seems like such a perfect crime.
Yet, we put the effort into the smallest things.
Holding on tightly as to not lose ourselves.
As if we believe in some spell.
We fade away to a land that no one truly knows.
A place we have to assume is everything we wish for.
Yet, we have to question it.
Hoping no one forgets.
Is It this easy to disappear?
To fall with no one to hear?
To be forgotten?
Without a trace.
I thought that this world was mine.
Truth is we all are running out of time.
Doesn’t that make our life feel like such a lie?
Where would I have gone without this knowledge?
Will they even teach you this in college?
I could be more advanced in this nature
Or so behind it was already discovered.
Will I ever think of the true meaning?
Maybe I could use a brain cleaning.
Will we all fade?
Hiding away in a deep shade.
Feels like such a game,
One that’s filled with our shame.
Welcome to life
Don’t be to scared,
but always come prepared.