so what shall we say about this wakeful dream
this brief sobriety called life
love laughter warmth and merriment grow flourish bubble up
but entropy catches up and we are soon lost in the cold vastness of space
so intoxicated by our own youth,
we forget the ephermal fleeting nature of our existance
here for our brief day in the sun
and before we know it
gone
the ancients built pyramids and cast numbers in stone,
hoping to be remembered in ignomy long after their passing
you were so full of love and promise
but you were snatched away so suddenly
before we could erect our own monuments or scream our message into the darkness
you will be missed
and i do know that the world is an alot colder place
now that your gone
mr congeniality
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