A life is a blink of an eye
A flash in the sky
A dying star
A comet across the heavens
At times it seems
To last so long
And we grow so attached
We almost forget
That death hovers around each of us
Like a ghost
Do we ignore the inevitable

Or carry it with us?
I say both
And yet somehow
We must stay calm
And not completely freak out

There is no way to make any sense of this.

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