In my logical moments Death is liberating, A permanent vacation From pain, From responsibilities. It's cleansing. It's solitude, It's even romantic. But in reality Death is ugly Even grotesque It's undignified Public Cold and crass It's melancholy Death is the damnedest thing.
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What are we? Grains of sand on the beach? Millions, billions, trillions of us All of us the same, all of us In the mercy of the tide Gentle at times, but Crushing and powerful Beyond our shallow imagination Drifting, drifting night & day In a cycle of minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries Through eternity..... When did it start When is it ending The ambitious and brave of the grains Try to know To think they are somehow different Able, wise It's funny Sometimes I hear laughter