I have heard it is easier to forget
that one day we will all die
A solemn fading of the wind past the horizon
to where the evergreens no longer grow
and the ground is gray with dust

I have heard it is easier to forget
that one day the person I know as myself
will cease to be

I have heard it is easier to forget
about death
And live as if I shall always be

But I do not yet know how to forget
The only thing I am certain of