A breathe of air fills my lungs
And I know
Nothing of sorrow or death
Just of the sun
That slowly crawls through the sky
The ideas of melancholies
Always seem so distant
Whenever I open my eyes
Anywhere I look is another living being
Sharing the same skyline
There is no end to life
Just as there is no end to time
Given a thousand years
There will be no evidence that I was ever here
I don't care
By then I'll be something else
As time goes on I'll be a fly or bird
Maybe even another person
Given a millennia or three
Throughout reincarnation
No matter who or what I may be
I know I will always be me
It's a wonderful thing to be alive
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"Feel the breath slip away from the lung and let life fly away on its broken wings"
-NINTheFragile-
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