The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Forgetting

When you die,
And after a while,
The name will fade,
From the carved stone.

And the memories of you and me will be lost.

When you are old,
And your mind loses it's edge,
My face will fade,
From the corners of your heart.

And the memories of you and me will be lost.

When you see me,
And look away in regret,
And you wish we had never met
You will drink your tea and hold your lover's hand.

And the memories of you and me will be lost.

But none of that matters,
Empires are lost,
Mountains are lost,
Great words are lost,
Everything will be lost in the end.

What we have is now. Time is an illusion. Let us live always now.



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