Memento

Freeversre

 

Life a reminder of futility

And the hope of all living things

Pressed together endlessly

A flighty uncontroldness of time

The children inside of us

Oh how they cry bitterly

For would-have-beens and yesterdays

But even when life is over

There are so many young souls

Just starting out themselves

Facing the same ambiguity

Who will neither figure it out

Or remain the same in it

Living like breathing and thinking

A constantly flow of torments

Changes beyond our control

Timing better than anything predictable

Loving better than anything desirable.