death is like the ocean
a little is taken,
a little replaced
no matter how much the land’s shape
may change, the currents will always remain.
tide in, tide out.
another is born to take my place
another goes farther, a faster pace
but what is the distance? the point is still
no matter how fast you run, you die.
crashing into the sands of time
a castle is built and washed away
with all we have made, we think we know
with all we have seen
we think, and know
and yet what is there?
a rock, some sand, some sea, some sky
a few wanderers asking why
many fish in the sea who don’t seem to care
and none of us grasp the depth of where
we came from.
or the simplicity intrinsically built into ourselves
too much we take, and little replace
it’s no wonder we all must die
it’s a wonder we still must try
to find the home we think is ours. and bury our toes in the sand, and watch the moon control the tide, and forget the beautiful things until we almost die. then, it seems so simple.
1 comment:
"grave digger, when u dig my grave could u make it shallow, so that i can feel the rain"
good stuff audy-world.
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