This Life Is FleetingA Poem by Jonny The Savage
When I'm long gone,
All that will remain is this song, A notebook full of dreams, A world falling apart at the seams. Of all that could have been, Everything that will never happen. All these futile thoughts, Of what could be, but it is not. Has it ever occurred to you, Everything you do,
Every breath you take, Every choice you make, Could be your last. You will be the past. Your heart will stop beating, This life is fleeting. We're all racing towards death, Seemingly content with our last breath. But there are no guarantees, There's more to the forest than the trees. © 2015 Jonny The SavageAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJonny The SavageAtlantis, Apple RockAboutAesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..Writing
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