Question your mortality
Like a wisp of smoke
Try to grab it if you must
But it will slip through
Your gentle fingers
Eternity it seems,
for the young and vivid.
But if you ponder upon it,
its duration will leave you livid.
shorter and shorter, every drawn breath
as you try to make your own life longer
try if you must but this is futile, don’t you see?
time passes, nothing to stop it, nothing to slow it.
Even if it seems longer than whatever you might imagine.
Question your mortality.