Temporarity

Childhood gone, never to return.

Now we have, what once did yearn.

Death to come, only makes one glum

Total and undeniable cessation of life,

smell the fear in the air, what a whiff.

Chest clenched, eyes drenched

Cannot discuss this taboo.

Realisation of futility depresses,

but brings a new valuation to existence.

To create life before losing it,

pass on what we believe useful.

Master of our own destiny,

what comes next up to me.

Want to believe its unlimited,

hope for time just in case.

Suffering from; the human condition.

Solve it no person can do.

Naïveté was bliss.