Wasting the Moment

All men must die
but why think of winter
when spring lingers?
Dwelling does not dismiss
the bitterness that unbiddenly
seeps into even courageous hearts.
Better to wrap yourself in the moment
than to ingest impending doom
a poison we shall all know in time.
Follow your passions, enjoy your days
for they run into the next swiftly
until they slow to a trickle…
until they are gone altogether…
and perhaps you are remembered
as a villain or a saint,
but it remains increasingly likely
that oblivion shall claim you for its own
since this is what you waste your time doing.


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