Lull of the siren, Life of a Lemming

We are Temporary

All I can do is cling to these idle words,

That mean so much to me, whether they heal or hurt..

I just keep having that flash that I've been here before

Visited by that griping feeling that squeezes my heart

That despicable shutter that rises up my back to give me a start

That little thought in my mind, that one day everything will go dark..

Is it fear? is it love? that keeps me tied to this earth..

Clinging to the moments that set me apart from all the mirth

Reveling in the holiness that puts me above the curse

And still I hesitate musing on the myriad of things

That fascinate me, the spectrum of possibilities, the beautiful dreams

To me, that is life

Spent realizing I'm afraid to die..

Author's Note

That feeling that everyone should be familiar with..
Image: leaving_all_behind_by_arbebuk