i fear death
i live life too quickly
time eludes me
slips through my fingers
i remember too much
reminisce about the past
the good times and the bad
i don't read enough
i'm afraid i'll go blind
"staring at the sun"
gone out with a blaze
supernova,
would you remember me?
what would be left
these words....
upon the soulless marker of my grave
don't bring me back
that's the price of memory...
lwi1998
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