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What is your life?
What is it tomorrow?
Is there nothing but
change and memories;
and yet your
eyes remind you:

You are just a
tiny speck
in a corner of
an endless sky

Living on a rock that's rolling
down a never ending
path that takes you

To the same
place you've always
been:
nowhere at all.

What if this
is a fading mist
in vain we grasp
clinging on to things
we'll never have

Living on an assumption that
the next moment
won't
be
the
last;

Is there something
beyond
the way in which we live,

or is this the same
place we've always been?
Where we belong.

We are only ashes
in the end
and everything we take
will be taken
by the wind

We have nothing but
Change and memories

Change and memories
Last edited by MrDo0m at Dec 19, 2011,