we can breathe new life
into many things
except ourselves
we get our second wind
a spurt of energy
and ultimately die
we prolong the inevitable
as long as we can
but we succumb
the wrinkles and the years
increase in proportion
we visibly age
our minds and our strides
seem to slow
as we climb the mountain of life
time is unforgiving
dispassionate
a bitch
life is too short
for others too long
side by side we stand
until one falls
replaced by another
and another
and another
another another
we're a blip in oblivion
a microscopic speck in the universe
but we live
and should always live
like we belong
somewhere
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