heartinscriber
February 20
We often wax lyrical
About humans being limitless
As though we really were
Better than our fathers,
Stronger than those
That perished before us
Immune to the whims and wanderings
That come with being made from dust.
Today's success will soon be hollow
Anxieties about tomorrow often don't grow legs
And in the end we will be creatures of our time
No matter how hard we swim against the tide.
So live your best life
Dancing on soil that will one day bury you
For we will all have to reckon mightily
With what it means
To be finite.
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