Permanence Is a LieA Poem by Davidgeo.The past is a memory asking the present a question Like a painting yet to be hung An ecstasy yet to be felt A rage yet to be realized Always here now We are there now, Like those paintings to be hung Or something yet to be digested My friends, we can only question... There never was a past As there never is a future All is only the right now Fast and in time Pictures captured in momentum We are illusions My dear friends... We are transient All permanence is a lie Every single thing is always temporary Only the living can be gods As there is no other side Just another end Of the same exact thing (in a different order) © 2018 DavidgeoAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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