We are but crumbling memorials,
fragile and loosely connected,to the generations past and to come.
Our ideals, hopes, ambitions and achievements,
once holding immense value...even purpose,
swiftly rise and all soon to feverishly fall.
What will be of matter from today,
A thousand light years further from now?
...or just the mere 10 seconds ahead?
We incessantly chase a fools phantom,
A predetermined vision of de jure,
instead of embracing the self de facto.
Futilely searching for a map that doesn't exist,
to the roads we carelessly wander and stumble on,
Broken roads without beginnings or endings.
A lifetime of knowledge would be gladly traded,
to truly know what lies one second beyond the grave,
the eternal terra incognita.
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