Overnight, We Do Not Become Immortal

Overnight,

We do not

Become immortal.

Forever we grow

Older.

Life is but a riddle,

And we are the riddled

Being riddlers

In a world

That will inevitably

Get rid of us.

What do we long for,

And what do we yearn

To do?

With this knowledge

We continue timelessly,

But with our breaths

We count

The moments

Like a meter.

Soon we shall learn,

What before,

We never could.

As we grow wise,

Our stupidity

Reveals itself

Greater.

As we grow old,

Our youth

Presents itself

Like the wind.

We are persistent

Until we are ceasing

To be,

But that is what

Transcendence

Is;

Withering

While ascending,

Blissfully.

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