space closes, time passes
seasons change, bringing inevitable difference with them.
as years draw by and sketch new lines on your face
I face the reality that,
one day, everyone will age.
from the moment you are born, you are already dying
life sends diseases of the mind and body to weaken you.
nobody is spared.
that's why so many are drawn to stories of death and despair
because we know it is right under our noses,
around every street corner,
behind every sunny spot, a shadow.
is it beautiful? ironically.
but is this really the way to live fulfilled? happily?
I have no answers,
I guess we'll just have to see